I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 174

In the next instant, he lunged at Aurelia, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

Aurelia fought back, her hands flailing wildly. Her long nails raked across Haley’s face, leaving deep red scratches.

"Aaaah!" Haley screamed in pain, his grip on her hair loosening.

Aurelia seized the opportunity, shoving him hard in the chest. Haley fell backward onto the pavement and burst into tears.

Seeing the bloody marks on her son's face, the curly-haired woman shot Aurelia a venomous look but didn't dare say a word. She scooped up her son, tugged on her husband's sleeve, and whispered frantically, "Honey, let's just go!"

"Useless brat!" Galen Sloan snarled, slapping his son again. "Go home if you want to cry!"

If it weren't for this boy, none of this would have happened.

The woman quickly carried her sobbing son away.

Galen turned back to Jareth, his face a mask of desperate pleading. "Mr. Bragg, please, have mercy. Spare me this once! I was blind! I truly know I was wrong!"

"Hmph," Jareth grunted in disgust. He turned his wheelchair to leave.

With a loud thud, Galen dropped to his knees, the sound of his kneecaps hitting the hard ground echoing unnervingly.

"Let go of me!" Niamh snapped, feeling no sympathy for the man.

Just then, several police officers approached. The moment Galen saw them, his body went limp, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Watching Galen get taken away by the police felt like a dream to Niamh. She couldn't understand how it had all happened so fast. Had Mr. Bragg arranged it?

“Mr. Bragg,” she wondered, “just how much power do you wield in this city?”

Rhoslyn, who had been hiding around a corner, watched in disbelief as Jareth, followed by Niamh, entered Niamh's home. She had always thought Mr. Bragg couldn't stand Niamh. At the office, he found fault with everything she did. He’d make her remake his coffee three times a day, complaining it was too hot, too cold, too sweet, or too bitter. No matter what Niamh did, she was met with his criticism. Rhoslyn had assumed it was only a matter of time before he fired her.