I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 2

The two girls were in matching pink dresses. One had short, curly hair, and the other wore cute pigtails that bounced as she moved.

Each child carried a matching backpack in a different color: red, yellow, blue, and green.

The moment they stepped out of the car, a chorus of gasps and squeals erupted from the other parents at the gate.

“Wow, look! Quadruplets!”

“Oh my gosh, four at once! They’re adorable! Their mother must be some kind of superwoman.”

“They’re all so beautiful. Their father must be incredibly handsome, and their mom must be a knockout.”

Just then, Niamh stepped out from the driver’s side.

“Is that her?” someone whispered excitedly. “The woman in the white dress with the straight hair? She’s gorgeous!”

“She’s so sweet-looking, and she has such an elegance about her. She’s prettier than most influencers and celebrities.”

The entrance to the kindergarten was now crowded. The women stared at the quadruplets with undisguised envy, while the men openly gawked at Niamh.

Used to this kind of scene, Niamh simply smiled, took her children’s hands, and led them calmly toward the entrance. It happened every time she took them out in public.

After handing the children over to the headmistress, she knelt down. “Jove, Keir, Phaedra, and Aurelia, you all remember what Mommy told you, okay?”

“Yes, Mommy!” they chorused.

“Especially you, Keir,” Niamh said, poking her second son’s forehead gently. “No fighting with the other kids, you hear me?”

Keir was the troublemaker. The neighborhood kids were all a little scared of him.

He shook his little ponytail, stood up straight, and gave her a sharp salute. “Mission accepted, Mommy! A real man never goes back on his word.”

Niamh couldn’t help but laugh. “You little rascal. Alright, I’ll trust you one more time.”

“Bye-bye, Mommy!”

Four sweet, high-pitched voices called out to her as they disappeared inside.

Niamh watched them go before standing up. As she turned, a man with glasses and a scholarly air approached her.

“Excuse me,” he said, his interest piqued. “Are all four of those children yours?”

“Yes, they are,” Niamh replied, her face glowing with pride.

“Incredible! To have four at once, and at such a young age,” the man praised.

Niamh just smiled wryly. If anyone was incredible, it was that man from five years ago. He’d planted four seeds in one night. She used to resent him for it, but after the children were born, the resentment faded. She was too busy to hold a grudge. After five years of non-stop work, she could barely even remember his face.

After dropping off the kids, Niamh headed back to her rental apartment to get her things and get ready. At nine o’clock, she had an interview at Jareth Media, a subsidiary of the Bragg Group.