I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 42

Keir refused to believe his mother would eat such a lavish meal without them.

“Keir, what do I have to do to make you believe me?” Niamh sighed. She couldn’t hide anything from this kid.

“I just don’t believe you bought that for yourself,” Keir said firmly.

“You little rascal, I’m not talking to you anymore. Go take a nap and let me eat in peace,” Niamh scolded.

“Mommy, did anyone bully you today?” Keir asked.

Before Niamh could answer, Rhoslyn’s furious voice cut through the air. “Niamh, you made me fall! I haven’t settled that score with you yet!”

Niamh instinctively flipped her phone face down on the table. She couldn’t let Rhoslyn know about the quadruplets, not yet.

“Well, well, a janitor eating fish, shrimp, and chicken. Who’s the rich man you’ve seduced this time?” Rhoslyn sneered.

“Rhoslyn, you shut your mouth!” Niamh snapped, her appetite instantly gone.

“Am I wrong?” Rhoslyn continued. “How else could a lowly janitor like you afford such an expensive meal, if not by selling yourself?”

“Rhoslyn, if you say one more word, I swear I’ll make you regret it,” Niamh warned, her voice tight with suppressed rage.

“Did I say anything that wasn’t true? Or should I tell everyone in the company how you slept with another man on the night of your engagement party?”

Snap!

Niamh broke the fork she was holding and flung the pieces at Rhoslyn’s face. “Rhoslyn, I dare you to say that again.”

The argument was clearly audible through the phone, and Keir heard every word.

“You witch! How dare you bully my mommy?” he yelled. “I’ll mess you up!”

Rhoslyn heard the child’s voice and looked around, confused.

Where was a child calling for his mommy? Her eyes landed on Niamh’s phone, and understanding dawned on her face, followed by a malicious smirk.

“Oh, my. So you even have a bastard child now.”

Hearing Rhoslyn call her child a bastard, Niamh saw red. She lunged forward, grabbed Rhoslyn’s hair, and slammed her head against the wall.

“Rhoslyn, say that one more time,” she gritted out, her face inches from hers.

Rhoslyn’s head exploded with stars, and her ears rang. Five years, and this wretched girl still dared to lay a hand on her.

Her tone shifted. “Niamh, I was just concerned. You only make three thousand a month as a janitor. Where did you get the money for such a nice meal?”

“Go, Mommy, go! Take down that evil woman!” Keir’s voice cheered from the phone.

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