After driving a short distance, Cormac couldn’t hold back his question. “Quadruplets? They’re yours?”
“Yes.”
He opened his mouth to ask more, but Niamh stopped him. “Cormac, please don’t. I don’t want to talk about it.”
He closed his mouth. Even without asking, he could guess what had happened. The children must have been conceived that night.
A wave of guilt washed over him.
“I’m sorry, Niamh,” he said, his voice thick with remorse. No words could express the depth of his regret.
“Cormac,” Niamh said, her voice firm, “right now, all I want to do is work hard and raise my four children.Let’s just leave the past in the past. I’m begging you.”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice barely a whisper.
Niamh fell silent.
After a few minutes of silence, Cormac spoke again. “Niamh, Mr. Bragg is… unpredictable. You need to be careful around him.”
“Just do whatever he asks of you. Don’t try to take initiative. Do you understand?”
“Rhea already told me,” Niamh replied, staring wearily out the window. As long as he didn’t bring up the past, she didn’t mind talking about anything else.
“Niamh, if you ever run into any trouble, you can always come to me for help,” he continued.



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