Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

Exiting the Manor mansion, I noticed Ellen trailing shamelessly behind me with a few servants holding her luggage and bringing them with her.

I quickened my pace and Mr Rogers stood to open the car for me. I entered and shut the door angrily, but before we moved Ellen walked up to the car and tapped on the window.

“If the doors are all closed, how the hell am I supposed to get in?” She demanded.

“Get lost,” I snapped, my voice dripping with contempt.

“Is it not only right I join you home as your responsibility now?” Ellen persisted.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay as far away from me as possible,” I retorted, my patience wearing thin.

“Let’s go,” I instructed Mr Rogers with a heavy sigh.

As the car ignition was turned on, I turned over at Ellen, casting a disdainful glance toward her as she reluctantly retreated to her own vehicle.

The drive home was silent and felt like the longest I had embarked on in a while. I needed some time to process things.

We soon arrived at the Reid Mansion. As I stepped out of the car, I could make out Ellen’s headlight in the darkness that had covered the sky.

I walked into the mansion and straight up to my study, with Mr Rogers following closely behind me. As I stepped into the study, Mr. Rogers followed me in.

“Mr Reid, it…” He began, but I brushed him off with a curt gesture.

“I need to be alone,” I murmured, my voice strained with emotion as I disappeared behind the closed door.

He paused and made to leave but I called him back.

“Mr Reid?” He replied.

“Ensure that when that weed arrives, she is given the least room on the ground floor, she has no business up the stairs and she is not to touch my food or go into my kitchen. She can use the laundry if she knows how to and all she does in this house has to be recorded and filmed and sent to me. Is that understood?” I ordered sternly.

I was not going to take any more chances.

Hours passed in a blur as I wrestled with my inner demons, I made my way downstairs, but I found Mr. Rogers waiting for me, a concerned look etched on his face. “Sir, Miss Ellen is waiting downstairs,” he informed me, his voice cautious.

I sighed wearily, running a hand through my hair as I contemplated my next move.

“I have nothing to say to her,” I added, my voice tinged with weary resignation. “And be sure to keep her away from me.”

Mr. Rogers nodded in understanding, his expression sympathetic. “Of course, Mr Reid,” he murmured, before hurrying off to carry out my orders.

As I sat in my study, enveloped in the heavy silence of the room, my phone pierced the quietness with its shrill ringtone. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw that it was my father calling. Letting out a slight curse under my breath, I begrudgingly answered the call.

“Hello, Sir?” I answered, my tone curt and brusque.

“Zeke, where are you?” my father’s voice crackled through the line, filled with concern.

“I’m at home, Sir,” I replied, my frustration evident in my voice. “What do you want?”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before my father spoke again. “I just checked the hospital records,” he said solemnly. “Kamille and the kids have been discharged, but nobody seems to know where they are. I need to talk to you.”

My heart sank at the mention of Kamille’s name, my mind swirling with worry and concern. “Alright,” I replied tersely. “Should I come there now?”

“No. I will be there.” He replied before hanging up.

True to his word, my father arrived at the mansion a short while later. Why did he leave the quiet suburbs to come here? Why involve himself with these things?

As he entered, I went out to welcome him. The atmosphere seemed to shift, the normally bustling household falling into an uneasy silence. Everyone ensured they were on their best behavior. I knew everyone would behave anyway.

Except for that cunning sly fox.

With a sense of urgency, I instructed Rogers to ensure that Ellen remained confined to her room for the duration of my father’s visit. The last thing I need is for her to cause any more trouble in his presence.

“Zeke, tell me what the hell is going on?” My father asked sternly. “Where is Kamille? Why did she suddenly disappear?”

“It’s complicated, Dad,” I start, my voice tinged with frustration. “Kamille found out that I was monitoring her and the kids. She was not happy about it, to say the least.”

My father’s brow furrowed in concern as he listened to my explanation. “Monitoring her? Why on earth would you do something like that, Zeke?” he asks, his tone laced with disbelief. “You could have just let her know your purpose of stationing security around her was to protect her!”

I ran a hand through my hair, “I thought something fishy was going on and she did not want my help,” I admit reluctantly. “But I’ll get it sorted out. You don’t need to worry.”

To my surprise, my father’s reaction was far from understanding. With a sudden burst of anger, he slammed his fist down on the table, his voice ringing out with authority.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got it covered, Zeke,” he admonished, his tone sharp and commanding. “If you had it covered, Kamille wouldn’t be living in the shadows like she’s some kind of ghost.”

“The whole world thinks she’s dead, for crying out loud. And now that she’s back, I won’t take any chances with her safety, or the safety of my grandkids.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, the weight of his expectations heavy upon my shoulders.

“I understand, Sir,” I replied, my voice tight with emotion. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe, I promise.”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

My father’s expression softened slightly at my words, a hint of relief flickering in his eyes. “You’d better, Zeke,” he warned, his tone firm. “I’ll give you some time to sort this out, but if things don’t improve, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

“I understand that,” I replied.

“Good. I will take my leave now, but I will be back.” He said as he rose from his seat and prepared to leave.

As I escort my father downstairs, a sudden commotion erupts from the direction of Ellen’s room, disrupting our conversation. My father raises an eyebrow inquisitively, prompting me to explain the disturbance.

Fuck it, Ellen! You do know how to really cause some ruckus.

“Don’t worry, Dad,” I assured him, my tone strained. “It’s just some pest causing trouble.”

Unconvinced, my father presses for more information. “Why don’t you just do away with it?” He asked.

“It’s really stubborn,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

Father stared at me. “It’s Ellen,” I reluctantly admit.

With a heavy sigh, I led my father towards her room.

“What’s going on here?” My father asks the security stationed by the door.

“Miss Manor just keeps banging on the door to be let out.” They replied.

“Open the door,” he instructs them.

“Father,” I try to dissuade him but his resolve is strong.

Reluctantly the door is opened, revealing Ellen in a state of distress. Her eyes widen in surprise as she catches sight of my father, and she quickly adopts a submissive posture in his presence.

“Chairman Reid,” She bowed slightly.

“Stop with that act. What are you doing here? Are you not supposed to be divorced from my son?” He asked coldly.

“It’s not my fault Chairman Reid, Zeke brought me here,” Ellen replied without any form of hesitation.

She revealed that I was the reason for her return, claiming that I slept with her and then cast her aside. She appealed to my father to hold me accountable for my actions, a desperate plea for justice.

“Please chairman Reid,” she pleaded.

As Ellen spoke, I felt a surge of frustration and anger rising within me. I pinch the bridge of my nose in a futile attempt to quell the rising emotions, knowing that losing my temper now will only make matters worse.

Before Ellen can continue her tirade, I abruptly cut her off. “Get back inside now,” I said coldly.

She reluctantly went back inside and the security made sure she was locked inside.

“Let’s go, Sir,” I turn to my father. He nodded and we walked out.

Once we were outside, my father turned to me with a stern expression. “And what in heaven’s name was that?”

I sighed deeply. “I have everything under control. I’ll sort it out soon.” I assured him.

My father fixed me with a penetrating gaze, his disappointment palpable. “Zeke, you really have a lot to do,” he admonished, his voice filled with concern.

“If you don’t handle this properly, I’ll have to step in. And as for Ellen, you have no choice but to take responsibility for her, until proven otherwise.”

Ellen will not be free this time.