Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Kamille’s POV

Hey Kamille,

I have sent you the names, ID cards, and details of the home tutors. You can reach out to them when you are ready.

Christopher.

I smiled as I read the message from the breakfast table. Chris’s thoughtfulness and care over the last few days have helped me move past what Zeke did to me.

I was hurt every time I thought about what he did, but I was learning to leave him where he belonged.

My past.

I opened the mail and there were two tutors, a male and a female. Their profiling was perfect, so all that was left was the doctor’s go-ahead.

“Hurry up with your meal now, you don’t want the doctor to meet you at the breakfast table,” I said to my kids who had been playing around with their food.

I did not need any diagnosis to know my kids were okay, but I needed to be sure. I could not afford any chances.

They finished with their meal and went with Nanny Dona upstairs, while I waited for the doctors in the living room.

I sat going through my phone. My phone had become my go-to gossip girl when Amanda and Belle were at work and the kids got occupied with Nanny Dona. I took some time off work because of Royer first and then because of all four of them.

Once the doctor approved their overall state to be great, I would resume work. Coming back to London had its blessings and curses. My work counted as a double blessing.

My phone’s sudden buzz brought me out of my thoughts. With a furrowed brow, I glanced down at the screen, wondering who it was, but the number was from an unknown number.

On opening the message, a sense of unease crept over me. It was a video, blurred and grainy, as if captured from a CCTV camera.

My heart began racing with curiosity as I focused on the video. The familiar view of the Manor family mansion unfolded before my eyes. And my car was parked right in front of it.

And then, a male figure appeared on the screen wearing a mask. My pulse quickened as I watched him walk straight to my car, open the door, disappearing inside for a few fleeting moments before coming out unsuspecting.

After a few more minutes, I watched as I emerged from the grand entrance of the mansion, my face drawn with pain and sadness. The memory of that day flooded back to me, the bitter taste of Zeke’s betrayal and heartbreak lingering freshly in my mind.

I still remember my tear stricken face as I walked out of Zeke’s mansion with my divorce papers in hand. The only thing I had left to hold unto was the baby in my stomach. I didn’t even know back then that fate was going to bless me with four amazing kids.

The video ended as I started the car and drove off. Obviously, I know how the story ended. The tears, the pain and the determination to survive.

I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach. I knew my car had no faults but was surprised when the brakes were failing. It was all planned, all deliberate. The truth hit bitterly.

I knew they hated me, but causing an accident to eliminate me? That was plain evil. They wanted to kill me off after all they did to me? After getting Zeke’s divorce, Ellen’s betrayal, Reymond Manor stripping me of my rights as a Manor and throwing me out, they still planned to kill me?

They did not deserve any sympathy at all. They deserved far worse than death.

I had to see that lawyer as soon as possible. Bringing Ellen down was a lot harder and I had to move swiftly. The letter was half the key to getting all these issues resolved, but it needed more convincing shreds of evidence.

The doorbell rang and I hastened to open it. “Welcome doc.” I greeted Doctor John as he stepped in with a female nurse.

“Hello, Miss.” I greeted the nurse.

They responded to my greeting.

“Thank you, Miss Kamille. How are you doing?” Doctor John inquired.

“I’m very well Doc. Thank you.” I replied, trying to muster up a smile.

“I’ll get the kids in a bit, please feel comfortable,” I said, gesturing to the sofas in the living room. Once they were well settled, I went upstairs to get the kids.

My mind was messed up by the video I had just seen, but I tried to maintain a cool expression with my kids. Nanny Dona helped me organize and bring them downstairs to meet the doctor.

As we approached, doctor John and the nurse had already set up a moveable hospital bed in the living room. So beginning from Tyris, to Royer, to Torin, and then Reon, the doctor tested them all.

“Mummy, can we go back to play now?” Royer asked after a while of fidgeting whether to ask or not.

“Once the doctor says you can love, but for now we wait patiently okay?”

“Okay, Mummy.” He replied, but as he went back to his seat, he sulked. Nanny Dona tried to cheer them up with stories and it worked a little magic.

I really wished I could join them in the fun, but my thoughts have been filled with the letter and that lawyer.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Miss Kamille, here is the report of this examination.” Doctor John said as he handed the piece of paper over to me.

“They were ninety-eight percent physically and mentally fit. This is great news doc .” I said happily, momentarily forgetting the thoughts that ran through my mind.

My kids heard and squealed in excitement. “Did that mean we can go to school now?” Torin asked as he ran at Doctor John.

“Yes, kids. Once mummy is ready to take you to school, you can go to school .” Doctor John replied.

Satisfied with that answer they got they let him go, but turned their attention to me.

“Mummy, will we go?” Royer asked.

“Mummy, when will we go to school?” Torin joined in.

“Mummy… mummy..?” Tyris too joined in the nagging.

“Kids,” I called their attention to order. “For now you will be getting home-schooled okay, with time, you will resume going to school with other kids,” I announced.

Their faces twisted as they looked like they were considering their options. I sighed. Noticing my tired and worried state, Nanny Dona stepped in on my behalf.

“Alright, kids, who are ready for some games?” She asked and the kids jubilated at the sound of the games, totally abandoning the thoughts of school.

As Nanny Dona passed by me, she squeezed my shoulders and I smiled. She led the kids back upstairs.

I went into the study and retrieved the letter from my drawer and immediately sent a message to the number attached there.

We had to meet, so I could get further evidence to back up the content of Grandma Monica’s letter.

In the meantime, my kid’s safety was paramount. Should I just go back to the US where we were safe and execute my plans from there? What if I stayed and my kids got attacked again?

Lots of thoughts and options came to my mind and I was almost getting drowned in them when my phone beeped. I picked it up and realized the lawyer had replied.

We will deliver mail to your address on where to meet and the time.

I closed my phone and sighed heavily.

This had better gone well.