I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 157

“Where did you run off to so late at night?” he asked. “From now on, you have to tell Grandpa before you go anywhere. Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

Before the quadruplets could apologize, Niamh’s sharp voice cut through the air. “All four of you, line up and stand straight!”

The children exchanged glances, then obediently formed a single file line.

“Face the wall!” Niamh commanded.

The four little figures turned around to face the wall.

Lyric, seeing them being punished, felt a pang of sympathy.

“Niamh, it’s so late. Maybe they don’t need to face the wall right now?” she suggested gently. “You can punish them tomorrow. Let them get some sleep, okay?”

“No,” Niamh said, not budging. “Lyric, please stay out of this. I have to teach these four a lesson tonight.”

Lyric glanced at Cassian, who gave her a subtle shake of his head, signaling her to drop it. She reluctantly sat back down on the sofa, her heart aching as she watched the little ones standing there.

“Niamh, what did they do to make you so angry?” Lyric couldn’t help but ask.

“They went to Jareth Media and blew up the president’s office,” Niamh said, her voice tight with frustration. “You should have seen it. The entire office is destroyed. If the company makes me pay for it, I couldn’t afford it even if I sold my own blood!”

The more she spoke, the angrier she became. They were already struggling. She thought if she could just work for a few more months, things would get better, but now everything was just getting worse. Not only did she owe Jareth over fifty thousand dollars, but now her children had caused this disaster. What if Jareth decided to press criminal charges? As their guardian, would she end up in jail? The thought sent a chill down her spine.

“Good! A jerk like that deserves to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life!” Phaedra declared hotly.

“You three, take this seriously!” Niamh barked.

Phaedra and Aurelia quickly stuck out their tongues and turned back to the wall.

“Niamh, don’t be so angry. The quads were just trying to protect you,” Lyric said soothingly.

“Lyric, don’t defend them!” Niamh retorted. “They blew up the president’s office! Do you have any idea how much that’s going to cost?”

“Whatever it costs, I’ll pay for it. Don’t you worry about it,” Lyric said without a moment’s hesitation.