Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

I did not go to work today, nor did I go to the hospital. I was still not sure of Kamille’s state of heart. But I would stop by in the evening nonetheless.

I decided to go to my study to finish up some paperwork. As I was preparing to leave my room, my phone suddenly rang, jolting me from my thoughts.

I picked up the call and waited for him to speak.

“What do you mean the kids were in an accident?” I asked, my voice tinged with shock and anger.

The security personnel on the other end of the line struggled to explain the situation, his words were rushed and frantic. “Sir, they were chased by a black mini van. We ran to check the plate number but it was non-existent.” he explained urgently.

“And where the hell were you? How did this happen? Where are the kids now?” I demanded, my tone sharp.

The security personnel hesitated before responding, his voice heavy with regret. “Sir, the kids left the hospital with their mother to school.” he explained.

“Kamille and Royer were in the car too?” I felt a knot form in my stomach. Was Royer not supposed to be in the hospital? What the hell happened? I returned my attention to the call. “Where are they now?”

The security guard’s reply was filled with urgency. “At the hospital,” he said.

“I’ll be there shortly,” I replied then hung up.

As the call ended, I immediately rushed back into my room and got my car keys. The only thing on my mind was ensuring the well-being of my kids and Kamille. I got into my car and drove off.

I arrived at the hospital and hurried straight to the private ward where Kamille and the kids stayed. My heart was still racing with worry for my children.

Arriving at the ward, I was relieved to see the doctors just leaving. Stopping them in their tracks, I wasted no time in asking about the kids. “How are they doing?” I demanded, my voice edged with concern.

The doctors turned to me with reassuring smiles. “They’re doing well, Mr. Reid.” one of them replied.

“They are fine Mr. Reid. Just a few bruises and the shock. But they will be perfectly fine once they wake up.”

Relief flooded through me as I absorbed their words. “Thank you,” I said, gratitude evident in my voice.

But my relief quickly turned to frustration as I turned to the doctor who had been overseeing Royer’s care. “Why did you allow Royer to go to school?” I asked, my tone stern.

The doctor’s expression faltered as he realized his mistake. “I’m sorry, Mr. Reid,” he apologized. “Royer seemed to be in good health, and he was insistent on going. I thought it would be alright.”

I shook my head in frustration. “Never make such decisions without informing me again,” I admonished firmly. “Their safety is my priority, and I need to be kept in the loop at all times.”

The doctor nodded, chastened by my words. “Of course, Mr. Reid. I understand,” he replied.

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“Ms. Kamille is at the reception area sir, but she is with a guest.” One of the nurses replied. “Okay,” I said. I walked away from the medical team.

As I made my way to the reception area, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Andrew, my chief security personnel. I answered it.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice edged with urgency.

“Hello Sir.”, He responded. “The mini van was found on the outskirts of town with the driver’s in it dead.”

I paused in my tracks. “Who did it?” I asked dryly.

“We don’t know Sir. They were no leads to follow.” Andrew replied.

Was there someone else who was looking out for Kamille and the kids? Her friends do, but they don’t look like they can order a kill.

Ofcourse they would rather run to the cops.

“Make sure you keep me posted,” I instructed my tone firm. I hung up.

Soon I arrived at the reception area of the private ward. As I entered the room, my eyes fell on Kamille in a tight embrace with Christopher George.

Was this it? Was this why she has been avoiding me and rejecting me every time? Chris smelled like trouble and was not worth it. Staring at them, anger shot through me in an unexplainable torrent.

At the sight of me, Chris hugged Kamille even tighter, a smile playing on his lips as he closed his eyes. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of jealousy and the anger only intensified at their intimate display.

My gaze bore into Chris with a fierce intensity. If I could, I would have killed him right there and then. But that would leave dirty blood in my hospital. The moment lasted for a while until Kamille finally broke free from the embrace and turned around.

As her eyes met mine, I saw a storm of emotions reflected in them-hurt, anger, and pain. My heart clenched at the sight, a pang of guilt washing over me for the jealousy I had allowed to consume me.

What if he was only comforting her concerning the kids? Or maybe that’s what she thought? Fuck!

She looked at me for a brief moment before Chris spoke up. “Take care, Ms. Kamille,” he said softly. “I will take my leave now.”

Kamille nodded, offering him a faint smile. “You too, Chris. Thanks for coming,” she replied, her tone tinged with gratitude.

As Chris walked past me, he turned and offered a sly smile. “Mr. Reid,” he acknowledged.

As Chris walked past, his smile suddenly felt extremely familiar like I had seen it somewhere but couldn’t quite remember where.

The drug baron.

Yes! I looked back at his retreating back. It was hard to say he was the drug baron considering how well-mannered and dressed he looked. But they both had some similarities I could not shake off.

Turning back to Kamille, I reached out to her, my expression softened with understanding. “Are you okay?” I asked gently, my voice laced with concern.

“Zeke. No. Mr Reid, I am about to ask you a very important question and would require your very honest reply.” She said firmly but I could pick out where her tone became shaky.

“Kamille, what did Chris tell you?” I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

“Zeke, it doesn’t matter what Chris said.” she replied, her voice filled with anger and hurt. “Just give me an answer. Did you put a tab on my kids and I? Zeke?”

Was this what was getting her worried? I sighed heavily. “Did Chris twist the narrative to suit his agenda? Have you asked yourself why I would put a tab on you?” I fired back with my voice slightly raised.

“Now Zeke, is why we’re having this conversation. So you tell me if all I heard is true or not.” She replied, crossing her hands over her chest.

My heart sank as I realized the depth of her distress. “Yes, it’s true,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to make sure you and the kids were safe, Kamille. I care about you and the kids and would not want any harm to come to either of you.”

Smack!

Kamille’s hand connected with my cheek in a sharp slap before I had the chance to complete my explanation. I recoiled in shock.

Tears slowly welled up in her eyes, streaming down her face as she stared at me with a mixture of anger and pain.

The room grew colder as I gazed at her face. She was pitiful but my heart was in so much pain. Was it a crime to want to protect a loved one so much?