I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 173

"I bet I could knock over that wheelchair with one kick," the man taunted.

The words had barely left his mouth when Jareth rose from the chair. Before the man could process what was happening, Jareth’s hand flew out, striking him across the face again and again.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

From now on, anyone who dared to harm his woman or his children would get it back tenfold.

After a flurry of blows, Jareth settled back into his wheelchair. The entire sequence had taken less than two seconds, leaving the man completely bewildered as to how he'd just been assaulted by someone who was supposed to be disabled.

The motion was so swift and unexpected that it was caught by Rhoslyn, who had just reached the entrance of the complex. She blinked, thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her.

“Isn't Mr. Bragg paralyzed? How did he just stand up? And what is he doing here, at Niamh's place? Is that a child in his lap?”

A cascade of questions flooded her mind, leaving her so confused that she began to believe the sight had been a hallucination.

Everyone else was frozen in shock. Niamh‘s neighbor stood with her mouth agape, her eyes wide with disbelief. After a moment, she sidled up to Niamh and nudged her.

"Niamh," she whispered, "who is he to you?"

Niamh, still processing what she'd just seen, managed a weak, awkward smile. "He's... he's my boss."

“Her boss? Just her boss?” the woman thought. “He looks more like the children's father.”

"You... you bastard! You dared to hit me?" the man finally roared, pointing a shaking finger at Jareth.

After bowing to Jareth, he spun around to face Niamh. "My deepest apologies, ma'am. It was all my fault."

"Dad, Keir broke my head, and you're apologizing to his mom? Are you crazy?" his overweight son whined from the side.

The man slapped his son across the head. "Shut your mouth!" he bellowed. "If you ever bully these four again, I'll skin you alive! Now, apologize to them!"

"Dad—" Haley cried, clutching his head.

"Haley, just apologize to Keir," the woman urged, pulling at the boy. "You started it. You tried to take his things and called them names. It was your fault."

But Haley was defiant. "Dad, you're a coward! I'm not apologizing! I'd rather die!"