I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 170

Niamh sighed in frustration. Keir was becoming more and more difficult to manage. If only the children’s father were around, he could help her when she couldn’t handle them.

She opened the front door to get some air and saw the quadruplets playing in the community playground.

She decided to let it go. It was Saturday, after all. Let them have some fun.

As she turned to go back inside, she saw Jareth standing silently under the grape arbor, his eyes fixed on the playing children, a gentle smile on his face.

She frowned. Jareth always seemed so cold and unapproachable, but it turned out he had a softer side. The way he was looking at the quadruplets was full of love, like a father watching his own children.

“Staring so intently… do you want to play with them?” Niamh asked softly as she walked up beside him.

Jareth turned to look at her. “You know, Ms. Lynn, I envy you. You may not have much money, but you have four wonderful, smart children and a father who adores you.”

All he had was money. A bitter smile touched his lips.

“Mr. Bragg, you’ll have children of your own one day,” Niamh said after a moment.

Before Jareth could reply, they heard shouting from the playground. “Keir, get off! I want to play on the seesaw!”

“You want me to get off just because you said so? How would that make me look?” Keir retorted.

“Keir, you fatherless stray, what kind of look do you need? I’ll count to three. If you’re not off by then, I’ll have my dad kick your whole family out of this neighborhood!”

Niamh was at a loss for words.

“Looks like you didn’t learn your lesson yesterday. You came back for more!” Keir shouted at Haley.

Just then, Jove, Phaedra, and Aurelia ran over, surrounding Haley. But Haley wasn’t intimidated. “You four are just unwanted strays with no dad! You’re not allowed to play with us!”

Before he could finish, Keir jumped off the seesaw and pointed a finger in his face. “What did you just say, fatso? Say it again! I dare you!”

“Hey, kid! You’re the one who cracked my son’s head open yesterday, aren’t you?”

A large, red-faced man strode over, glaring down at Keir.