I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 185

With that, Phaedra stormed off to the bathroom.

"Hmph!" Aurelia sniffed. "You don't want to sleep with me? Well, I don't want to sleep with you either! You grind your teeth at night and let out stinky farts! It smells awful!"

Jareth burst out laughing. Niamh just sighed in resignation.

"Aurelia! You promised you wouldn't tell anyone about the farts!" Phaedra shrieked, turning around to glare at her sister.

"Well, you called me a traitor!" Aurelia shot back, rolling her eyes and tightening her grip on Jareth's neck.

"Aurelia, you're dead," Keir muttered before heading off to get ready.

"Hmph!" Aurelia responded with another defiant sniff.

Niamh looked at her youngest daughter, a wave of nostalgia washing over her. When Aurelia was one or two, she would run up to any young man she saw on the street, call him "Daddy," and cry until he picked her up, or she'd cling to their legs and refuse to let go. Jove had been the same way. They had grown out of it, of course, but Niamh knew that whenever Jove saw another child being held by their father, a shadow of longing and envy would cross his face.

A pang of guilt struck her. But what could she do? No matter how carefully you plan your life, you can never escape fate. This was just how things were.

"Mr. Bragg, are you really going to freeload off us for breakfast?" Keir asked with a scowl as they all sat down at the table. "I'll have you know, my mommy's cooking isn't free. How much are you planning to pay?"

Niamh worried for a moment that Jareth, with his volatile temper, might actually take offense. But Jareth didn't seem angry at all. How could he be, when this was his own son?

But Keir wasn't having it. "Mr. Bragg, are you planning to sponge off my mom?"

"Yes," Jareth replied without missing a beat.

"Why would you do that?" Keir demanded, his anger flaring.

"Didn't you tell me your mom was so amazing that everyone who sees her falls in love with her?" Jareth retorted playfully. "If I'm not going to sponge off her, who else would I sponge off?"

"You—" Keir was speechless.