I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 97

When Jareth came to, a young female doctor was dressing his wound. Niamh stood beside him, her face a mask of guilt.

“Niamh, get out of my sight. I don’t want to see you,” he snapped, turning his body away from her.

Damn it. In his entire life, no one had ever dared to hit him like this.

Niamh lowered her head. “I’m sorry, Mr. Bragg. I didn’t mean to.”

He whipped back around, his eyes blazing with a fury that made his head throb.

“Hiss…” He sucked in a sharp breath as the doctor pulled a stitch tight.

“Damn it, do you even know what you’re doing?” he roared at her. “Can’t you be more gentle?”

The doctor’s face went pale with fright.

Ten minutes later, the doctor finished the stitches and left, leaving behind a bottle of antiseptic spray with instructions for Jareth to apply it three times a day to prevent infection.

The moment she was gone, Jareth threw the bottle at Niamh. “You did this. You’re responsible for spraying it.”

Niamh picked it up from the floor. She had caused the injury, so it was her responsibility. She had no grounds to argue.

“I told you I can’t drink, but you wouldn’t listen…” she muttered under her breath as she bent down. The moment she drank, her inhibitions vanished and her judgment clouded over. That’s why she had hit him.

Ordinarily, she wouldn’t have dared, even if he had ordered her to.

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