Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

Driving myself to Kamille’s house, I couldn’t help but beat myself up over how I’d handled the situation. I was in the middle of a video meeting with some high-profile investors when Rogers kept interrupting me with reports.

He had said there was an emergency call from my security team. Annoyed and distracted, I told Rogers to handle it. I thought it was just another minor issue, something that could wait.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

A few minutes later, he returned, looking pale, with Kamille’s call. That’s when I realized things were serious. Excusing myself, I ended the meeting immediately.

Meeting Rogers outside my office, his words hit me like a truck. “Your kids have been kidnapped. They got into an accident, and an ambulance came out of nowhere and disappeared without a trace,” he said, his voice trembling.

My face went red with anger. “Why didn’t you tell me how serious this was?” I scolded him.

“I tried, Mr. Reid, but you were in the meeting…”

“Damn, the meeting!” I snapped, grabbing my phone and answering Kamille’s call. “Kamille?” I said into the speaker.

All I heard were her frantic cries, “Zeke our babies… Our little babies…”

“Kamille, stay put. I’m on my way,” I told her, my voice shaky with worry.

“But my babies,” Her cries persisted and then the sound of glass moving against the tile.

“Okay, listen to me,” I said, trying to ensure my voice was steady. “We’ll figure this out. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Stay where you are and try to stay calm.”

“Hurry, Zeke. Please.” She said before the call ended.

Hanging up, I called every security contact I had, including the State Security Service. Desperation clawed at me. I even called my father, asking for help.

His response was as expected. “If anything happens to my grandkids, I won’t forgive you, Zeke,” he shouted, making me feel even worse.

Now, I was evading traffic, my foot heavy on the gas. I needed to get to Kamille, thinking about the glass sounds I heard. The thought of her harming herself haunted me. “Please, Kamille,” I muttered under my breath.

I reached her house in record time, jumping out of the car and rushing to her door. I rang the doorbell frantically.

When she opened the door, her face was tear-stricken and pale, a sight that broke my heart. Without thinking, I enveloped her in a tight embrace. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

She pushed me away, her eyes wild with despair. “What are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice trembling.

I frowned, confused. “It will be fine, Kamille. We’ll find them.”

“No!” she screamed, her voice raw with emotion. “I want my babies! I need you to find my babies!” She broke down, crying uncontrollably.

That’s when I noticed her bloodied hands. Cold fear gripped me. “Kamille, did you try to hurt yourself?” I asked, my voice shaking with anger and worry.

She looked down at her hands, her expression turning to one of shock. She started crying again, calling out, “Royer! My babies!”

Fuck! I cursed inwardly.

My coldness melted away, replaced by a fierce protectiveness. “Time to get you out of here,” I said, lifting her up and carrying her to my car. I drove her to one of my penthouses, the one where the kids had stayed when we had dinner.

She cried herself to sleep in the car, her sobs quieting only as exhaustion took over. Once we arrived, I called in a doctor to take care of her. The doctor arrived quickly, examining her while I paced the room, my mind racing.

“It’s mild shock,” the doctor said after his examination. “She didn’t realize she hurt herself.”

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and anger. “Thank you,” I said, though my voice was distant.

As the doctor left, I walked to her bed and tucked her in well. She looked tired and drained. There was only one person who would think of carrying out an uncalculated game.

And it takes two to play a game.

I stood up and went outside of the room. I placed a call to Belle, her friend. I needed someone she was comfortable with to be around when she woke up.

After a few rings, the call connected. “Hello,” I said into the phone.

“Mr. Reid?” Belle asked in confusion.

“Yes,” I replied hoarsely. “I need your help,”

“What do you need me to do Mr Reid?” She asked.

“I’ll send you an address to one of my penthouses. I need you to stay with Kamille for the night,” I said calmly.

Belle’s voice was concerned. “What’s going on, Mr. Reid?”

“Just get here,” I said dryly.

“Okay Mr Reid, I’ll be there soon,” Belle replied. Then I ended the call.

Next, I called Zane. “I need you to come watch over Kamille. I have some scores to settle,” I told him, and immediately the call connected.

He must have heard what had happened already and I did not have the patience to begin explaining to him the state of things.

“Okay brother, I’ll be there soon.” He replied and hung up.

With Zane around, I can be perfectly sure of their safety and with Belle, I’m sure that Kamille will be comfy enough.

I walked back in and stood by Kamille’s side, watching her sleep fitfully. Her face was tear-streaked, and

she mumbled in her sleep, calling out for the kids. My heart ached for her. I needed to find our children and bring them back safely.

Belle and Zane arrived not long after. Belle took one look at Kamille and then at me. “What happened?” she asked, her voice hushed.

“The kids were kidnapped,” I said bluntly. “Kamille’s in shock. I need to find them.”

Zane stepped forward. “We’ll take care of her, Zeke. Do what you need to do.”

I nodded, grateful for their support. I leaned down and kissed Kamille’s forehead gently. “I’ll bring them back,” I promised her, even though she couldn’t hear me.