I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 172

She turned to her neighbor, her voice shaking with fury. "I'm sorry, but my child did nothing wrong."

"If anyone should be paying for damages, it's him! He shoved my son so hard—if he had been seriously hurt, I would never have forgiven him."

"It seems you really don't want to live around here anymore," the man snarled, his face contorting in rage.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Niamh retorted, standing her ground before the pig-like man.

From his position under the grape arbor, Jareth watched the scene unfold with a smile of admiration. He had expected her to back down for the sake of her children, but she was fearless. People like her often paid a price for their principles, but the world needed more of them—more people with a spine.

Jareth took out his phone, snapped a picture of the man, and sent it to his butler, Lenny, with a simple instruction: find a way to remove this man from his position of power, immediately. Someone with a character like that was bound to have skeletons in his closet.

"Ma'am, I'm giving you a way out," the man said, softening his tone slightly. "Apologize to me now, and I'll let this go."

He'd done a background check on her that morning; she was an unmarried mother with no connections. He’d thought a few threats would be enough to make her crumble. He was shocked by how tough the small woman was. Still, he figured, getting an apology out of her shouldn't be too hard.

Niamh, however, gritted her teeth.

"Why should I apologize to you?" she shot back. "You're a grown man who laid hands on a child. Have you no shame? How someone like you could hold a position of authority is beyond me. The world truly is blind."

"You don't know your place," the man sneered. He grabbed Jove's arm and violently threw him aside.

Jove stumbled back several feet, and would have cracked his head on the edge of a flower bed if Jareth hadn't shot out a hand to catch him.

Steadying the boy, Jareth roared at the man, "You son of a bitch! I order you to apologize to this family right now! Or I'll destroy you!"

The man turned, his eyes landing on Jareth with disdain.

"And who do you think you are?" he sneered. "Just some cripple. You can't even stand on your own two feet, and you think you can play the hero?"