Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Kamille’s POV

As Zeke left, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. I was happy everything was going well. Except for Belle’s sullen attitude.

Turning to Belle, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. “Are you really okay?” I asked, my voice filled with concern.

Belle met my gaze with a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She replied, though there was a hint of weariness in her eyes.

With a nod of acceptance, I chose not to press further. Belle was strong and capable, and I trusted that she would confide in me if she needed to.

“How bout I drop the kids off in school, while you stay here with Royer?” She suggested.

I felt a surge of gratitude. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to me. “Thank you so much Belle. Zeke had some security ready to follow them to school, but with you there I’m most grateful.” I smiled.

“It’s alright Kamille.” She smiled back.

I turned towards the kids. “Time for school guys.” I said hoping to get excited squeals, but I was met with childish protest.

Torin nodded vigorously in disagreement, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “Mommy! I don’t want to leave Royer alone. Can’t we stay here with him?”

Tyris, clutching her favorite stuffed toy, chimed in with a pout of her own. “Stay with Royer, Mommy! Tyris wants to stay and play too!”

Royer smiled weakly, “I would love to go to school mummy. I hate hospitals.” His plea almost brought tears to my eyes.

Roen, ever the understanding older brother, smiled. “It’s okay, Mommy.” He said softly, his voice filled with warmth. “I’d love to go to school. If you promise to bake cookies for us.”

They all loved cookies. My cookies.

Their protests softened at Reon’s gentle reassurance, and I couldn’t help but smile at their sibling bond.

I knelt down to their level, meeting their earnest gazes. “I know you want to stay with Royer, but he needs rest right now.” I explained gently, my voice filled with reassurance.

“I promise to personally bake you cookies when you’re back from school.”

Their eyes widened in excitement at the mention of cookies, their protests fading into eager anticipation. “Really, Mommy?” Reon asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

“Absolutely.” I replied with a smile, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Now, off you go with Aunt Belle. Have a great day at school, okay?”

With reluctant nods, the kids finally relented, their enthusiasm rekindled by the promise of homemade treats. They bid farewell to Royer with gentle hugs before bounding over to Belle.

Belle enveloped me in a warm embrace. “See you later, bestie.” She said, her voice soft yet filled with genuine warmth.

“Take care of them.” I murmured, my voice tinged with gratitude as I released myself from Belle’s embrace.

With a final wave goodbye, Belle took the kids out the door, their laughter echoing in the hallway as they left.

Alone in the quiet hospital room, I watched as Royer drifted back to sleep, his breathing steady and peaceful. With a soft sigh of relief, I ensured that he was comfortable before turning my attention to the laptop sitting on the bedside table.

With determined fingers, I sifted through the evidences I had meticulously assembled against Gabriel. Each video clip, each damning photograph, served as a reminder of the horrors I had endured at his hands.

This was my chance to finally hold Gabriel accountable for his despicable actions, to seek justice for myself and for all those who had suffered at his hands. I attached the files to an email.

One by one, one after the other, the Manors will pay for what they have done.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

With a deep breath, I hit send. Soon it would reach the hands of the anonymous blogger. I picked up my phone and dialed Amanda’s number, I waited anxiously as the phone rang on the other end. “Hello Love.” Her voice echoed through the line.

“Hello Amy, it’s done.” I said, my voice steady but filled with determination. “I’ve sent you the evidence against Gabriel.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Amanda responded. “Okay love. I have just seen it.” She replied enthusiastically.

“Expect a big reveal before noon.” She added.

“Okay. Thank you Amy.” I replied, my heart racing with anticipation. With a final farewell, I hung up the phone.

Just as I hung up, the doctor entered the room. I greeted him with a hopeful smile, my heart filled with anticipation. “How is Royer?” I asked eagerly, my voice tinged with anxiety.

The doctor returned my smile, his expression calm and reassuring. “He’s stable.” He replied, his tone comforting. “He just needs plenty of rest and should avoid any rigorous physical activities for the time being.”

Relief flooded through me at the news of Royer’s stability. “That’s great to hear.” I exclaimed, feeling relief wash over me.

But my hopes of Royer’s discharge were dashed when the doctor continued, “However, I’m afraid we can’t discharge him just yet. We still need to observe him for an extra week, just to monitor his progress before he’s fit to go home.”

Disappointment flickered across my face at the news, but I guess that the doctor’s decision was in Royer’s best interest. Nodding in understanding, I thanked the doctor for his continued care and attention to Royer’s well-being.

Soon after, I drifted off into a much-needed nap, but was awakened by my phone’s sudden buzz. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I groggily answered the call from Amanda, her urgency evident in her voice.

“Hey Kam, you need to check the news blogs.” She exclaimed, her words cutting through the haze of sleep.

My eyes brightened up and I reached for my laptop. As soon as I was connected to the internet, I saw it there. Splashed across the headlines in bold letters:

Gabriel Manor Arrested on Charges of Sexual Harassment, Rape, and Blackmailing.

My heart leaped for joy at his conviction. He just got served what he deserved. He had tormented me, who had wielded his power to prey on innocent victims, and was finally facing justice for his heinous crimes.

As I scrolled through the articles, a lot of other ladies he had abused were speaking up, bringing the truth and extent of his atrocities committed in secret.