Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

The sudden chime of my phone brought me back from my thoughts. I glanced down at my phone to see a message from one of the special operations members assigned to my kids.

The kids are ready to be picked up.

Christopher really did not have it in mind to send me the closing time information. There was something about Christopher that was unsettling in my heart. I really can’t wait to find out.

“It’s time to go,” I said, standing up abruptly. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Oh brother,” Zane complained. “We really thought that we could finally have you to ourselves at least for the night.”

“Yes, Zeke. We thought we could hang out together tonight,” Fletcher joined in.

I looked at them briefly and understood where they were coming from, but I had a responsibility to my kids and Kamille. “Sorry guys, I’ll make it up to you guys,”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Without waiting for their response, I walked out of the office and headed straight to my car. With the driver in the seat and Andrew in the passenger seat, we drove away.

When I arrived at the school, the kids were already waiting, their faces lighting up as they saw me. I waved them over and they clambered into the car, bubbling with excitement.

“Daddy, can we get ice cream?” Tyris asked, her eyes wide with hope.

“Of course,” I replied with a smile.

“Driver, take us to the ice cream shop.” I said peering into the rear mirror.

The kids cheered as we made our way to the shop. Once there, they eagerly picked out their favorite flavors. Reon opted for plain and sweetened, while Royer and Torin chose chocolate. Tyris, ever the little individualist, went for the strawberry flavor.

As they enjoyed their ice cream, I couldn’t help but smile. Their happiness was contagious, and for a moment, I felt a sense of peace.

We continued our way back home, the kids chatting animatedly about their day at school. When we arrived, they burst out of the car and ran towards the house, calling for Kamille.

“Mummy, mummy, mummy!” they shouted in unison.

Kamille must have heard the car honking and hurried out, because she was missing her babies and wanted to welcome them in.

Kamille crouched down and engulfed them in a bear hug. “How was school, my love?” she asked, her voice full of warmth.

“It was great!” they chorused. “Daddy got us ice cream!”

She smiled at me, then turned back to the kids. “And what did you say to Daddy?”

“Thank you, Daddy!” they said, beaming.

“Good,” she said, standing up. “Now hurry along. Nanny Dona has prepared a cool bath for you and some snacks.”

The kids jumped in excitement and rushed into the house, leaving Kamille and me alone. We decided to take a short walk.

“How are you doing?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

She sighed. “You know, surviving. Just tired.”

“I’m sorry, I know that all these have been hard on you.” I said.

“It’s a lot, but I have to do what I have to do. I need to reclaim my rights as a Manor and take my place in the company,” She replied fiercely.

Beneath her hurt and calm composure, lay her determined and well prepared self. She was ready to tear down the Manor Company and rebuild it herself.

“Then you need to make a comeback into society,” I told her. “Your family already knows you’re alive. It’s time to show yourself to the world.”

She turned to look at me. Her eyes looked hesitant. “I don’t know, Zeke. I’ve been dead for so long and what use would it be now to the Society?”

“There’s no point in hiding anymore,” I insisted. “I’ll organize a dinner party with dignitaries. It’ll be private, with tight security. You can be sure of who your guests are.”

“And the kids?” she asked, worry evident in her eyes. “The last time I left, I ended up spending an unplanned period of my life at the hospital.”

“I have told you to stop bothering yourself about what happened back then. It was not your fault that what happened occured, okay? ” I said in a bid to calm down her nerves.

If there was a person to blame, I would point my daggers at Chris for his high level of irresponsibility. He should have provided her with security for her kids, but he did not.

Fucking son of a bitch!

“I will only be at ease knowing my kids are safe Zeke,” She retorted.

“I can arrange for them to be taken to one of my penthouses with Nanny Dona. They’ll be safe.” I replied.

She seemed to think it over, then finally nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

A surge of excitement ran through me. “Great. I’ll personally see to the preparations.”

“Thank you, Zeke,” she said, giving me a small smile.

I walked her back to the front porch. “The dinner will be this weekend,” I said as we arrived at the front porch. The earlier, the better.

“Okay,” she replied, nodding. “Thank you,” she said, her eyes shining. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

“We’re a team,” I said. “Always.”

She smiled and went back into her house, while I got back into my car and we drove off. Inside my car, I immediately messaged Mr Rogers to begin preparations for a private dinner.

Only invite elite reporters.

The reporters were very important because they were to carry the story of Kamille’s triumphant return and sell it to the world. Every news channel should have the story by the next day after the dinner.

“Andrew,” I called.

“Yes Sir,” He replied, looking at me through the rear view mirror.

“Ensure that the A-list Elite Securities are the only ones on duty. The other levels of security can safeguard the storehouses and kitchen staff.” I instructed.

“Okay Sir,” He replied respectfully.

On the way home, I called to order a luxurious dress for Kamille and booked a spa session as well as a makeup appointment for her. Everything had to be perfect.

When I finally arrived home, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Kamille was finally taking a step out into the world again, and it wasn’t just about us. I was genuinely happy for her and I would do everything in my power to ensure that she was okay .

“Anything for you,” I said slowly to myself. “Always.”