I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 164

Even if Jareth wasn’t going to press charges, Haley’s father was another story. She was already stressed enough without him adding to it.

“Mr. Bragg, what are you doing here?” Jove asked politely.

Jareth walked over and ruffled Jove’s hair. “I came here today specifically to apologize to your mother.”

Jove blinked his bright eyes, confused. They blew up his office, shouldn’t he be here to cause trouble? Why was he apologizing?

Jareth then turned to Niamh, his voice soft as he said her name. “Niamh… I’m sorry.”

“Mr. Bragg, are you feeling alright?” Niamh asked, looking at him as if he had grown a second head. Why on earth was he suddenly apologizing to her?

“I’m fine,” Jareth replied, a meaningful smile gracing his lips. “Why don’t you let the children stop their punishment? They’re still so young.”

His gentle tone was unsettling.

In the next moment, Niamh grabbed the back of his wheelchair and began pushing it toward her room. “Mr. Bragg, can we talk?”

The quadruplets immediately started to turn around, but Niamh shot them a warning look. “You four, stand still! Two hours of punishment, and not a minute less! Anyone who moves gets a taste of this switch!”

The children quickly snapped their heads back around.

“I thought it was one hour! Why is it two now?” Keir muttered under his breath the moment Niamh’s bedroom door closed. “Hmph, Mommy is being so unreasonable. We weren’t even wrong today.”

“Exactly!” Phaedra agreed.

Meanwhile, Jareth had been wheeled into Niamh’s room.

Before she could speak, he suddenly stood up from his wheelchair and turned to face her. “Niamh, you brought me into your room. What did you have in mind?”

Niamh was so shocked to see him stand that the bamboo switch fell from her hand and clattered to the floor. She stumbled back two steps until her back hit the wall.

“Mr. Bragg, I just wanted to ask you what you’re doing here,” she stammered. Being this close to him, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

“I came to pick up my girlfriend, of course,” he replied without hesitation.

Niamh clenched her fists. She knew he was up to no good. Mustering her courage, she corrected him loudly, “Mr. Bragg, I need to make it clear that I am not your girlfriend.”