I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 36

“And another thing, Mr. Braggart, I won’t let you bully my mommy, you hear me?” Keir sent another message when Jareth didn’t reply.

“Braggart?” Jareth couldn’t help but chuckle. He had to admit, the kid had guts. Not only did he dare to give him a new last name, but he’d also told him to eat poop.

“If I find out you’ve been bullying my mommy, I’ll make you sorry,” Keir threatened, his tone growing fiercer with each message.

Jareth smiled, intrigued. He sent back a voice message: “Oh really, little guy? And how exactly are you going to make me sorry?”

Keir’s voice came back, louder this time. “First of all, my name is not ‘little guy.’ It’s Keir Lynn, got it? Second, if you dare to hurt my mommy, I have plenty of ways to deal with you. You can ask around. Every bad guy who’s ever crossed me has ended up begging for mercy!”

Jareth laughed. The kid was exactly like him when he was young. He’d never backed down from a fight either, especially if someone tried to mess with his mother.

Niamh might not be much, but she's raised a decent son. He already knows how to protect his mother at such a young age.

Jareth set his phone down and went back to his work.

Seeing no further reply, Keir turned to Jove. “See? He must be scared of me.”

Jove shot him a skeptical look. He wanted to say, “It’s not that he’s scared, Keir. He’s a grown-up who can’t be bothered to argue with a little kid.”

But all he said was, “I guess so.”

Suddenly, the door opened, and Niamh walked in. “Keir, I thought you were going to video call Grandpa. What have you been doing?”

“Grandpa, I miss you! When are you coming to visit?” Keir asked, laying on the charm as soon as his grandfather’s face appeared on screen.

Cassian was standing in a quiet corner of his workplace. Niamh had repeatedly warned him not to let anyone know she had quadruplets. After getting pregnant, she had cut ties with her past, wanting only to raise her children in peace. He thought it was for the best, unlike his biological daughter, Rhoslyn, who was obsessed with marrying into wealth.

“Grandpa?” Keir’s voice broke through his thoughts.

Cassian smiled warmly. “I’ll come for your birthday, my darlings. Tell me, Keir, what kind of present would you like? I’ll bring it for you.”

These four grandchildren had no one but Niamh and him. He felt a special responsibility to care for them.