Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Kamille’s POV

As I picked up the call, my heart sank at the sound of Nanny Dona’s distressed voice. “Royer ma’am, Royer.” She cried, her words sending a shiver down my spine.

My pulse quickened, my chest tightening with fear, but I forced myself to stay calm as I asked, “Calm down Dona and talk to me. What happened?”

Through her tears, Nanny Dona managed to choke out the words, “I was just reading in the living room and Royer went to use the bathroom himself so he slipped and fell. Blood…”

My world came crashing down around me at her words, a wave of utter fear washing over me. Without another thought, I abruptly stood up, leaving Chris bewildered and confused as I rushed out of the restaurant in tears.

My heart pounded heavily in my chest as I sprinted through the room, panic gnawing at my insides. As I raced out of the restaurant, my heart pounded like a drum in my chest, each beat echoing the frantic rhythm of my thoughts.

Fear coursed through me like a torrential river, threatening to sweep me away in its relentless current. Tears blurred my vision, hot and unbidden, that’s when I saw him. Standing in front of a sleek BMW car.

For a second, I wished my problems never existed so I could admire the way the navy green suit he wore fitted his sturdy build.

But looking at him, I felt there was no need to hold back. Tears flooded my eyes, my heart stung with fear, my fingers trembled more than it did and my legs suddenly felt wobbly.

It felt like I had met my saving grace. I sighed.

“Zeke!” I cried, as I collided with Zeke’s sturdy frame, seeking refuge in his arms. But as I collided with Zeke’s solid frame, a surge of relief washed over me. Without hesitation, I fell into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“My baby.” I cried, my voice choked with emotion.

Zeke’s brow furrowed with concern as he held me tightly. “Did he hurt you?” He demanded, his voice laced with anger.

Tears streamed down my cheeks like a relentless river, drenching Zeke’s shirt with each shuddering sob. “No, no, my baby, Royer.” I managed to choke out amidst the tumult of emotions crashing over me.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Recognition flickered in Zeke’s eyes as he heard Royer’s name. Without hesitation, he pulled me closer, his embrace offering me solace. “I’m here, I’m here.” he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm to my shattered heart.

With gentle hands, Zeke wiped away my tears. He swiftly removed his blazer, draping it over my trembling shoulders. Without another word, Zeke guided me towards his car.

As we arrived home, the sight of Royer covered in blood sent shockwaves through my body. I stood frozen in the doorway, tears streaming down my cheeks as Zeke sprang into action, lifting Royer gently into his arms.

In that moment, I felt a tumultuous storm of emotions swirling within me. Anxiety clawed at my insides, a gnawing sense of dread that consumed my every thought. My mind raced with a thousand fears, each one more terrifying than the last, as I grappled with the overwhelming uncertainty of what will happen to Royer.

“I’m so sorry Ms. Kamille.” I heard Nanny Dona say, but I was not paying attention. I heard my other kids crying, but everything seemed like a blurry picture I was not willing to be a part of.

“We need to get him to the hospital.” Zeke said urgently, his voice cutting through the haze of panic that engulfed me.

“I called an ambulance. They’re on the way.” Nanny Dona said amidst her tears

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll handle that.” Zeke replied her. “Kamille?” He called out to me, gesturing towards outside.

Numbly, I followed Zeke to his car, my mind a whirlwind of fear and confusion. He gently strapped Royer to the backseat and I sat in with Royer to ensure he was safe. Zeke checked to be sure I was safe before boarding the driver’s seat.

In the car, Zeke made a call to the Reid hospital, his voice steady and firm as he instructed them to prepare for our arrival with Royer.

As we pulled up to the hospital, stretchers and medical personnel were already waiting for us. Zeke wasted no time in carefully lifting Royer onto the stretcher, his movements gentle yet decisive.

A doctor quickly placed an oxygen mask over Royer’s face, his hands moving with practiced efficiency as he rolled him away towards the emergency room. I stood rooted to the spot, tears streaming down my cheeks as I watched my son disappear from view.

“Come here.” Zeke called out and wrapped me in his embrace again.

I fell into his arms trying to steady my breathing and control my tears. Closing my eyes, I let me inhale Zeke’s scent as though it would calm my emotions.

It worked the magic.

I thought about how composed Zeke was throughout the entire ordeal. I could sense his fears, but he kept them well hidden and tucked away. I was grateful for his presence and care.

From how he consoled me to when he carefully strapped Royer and myself to the backseat of his car. Unlike myself, I was only consoling myself with Royer’s slow and steady breaths.

And as I stood there, clutching onto Zeke’s comforting embrace, memories flooded my mind like a relentless tide. I couldn’t help but think back to those early days when the kids were just babies, when every moment felt like an uphill battle against the odds.

Raising them alone had been one of the toughest challenges I had ever faced. The struggles seemed endless, and there were moments when I felt like I was hanging loosely on the edge of losing it all. The weight of responsibility pressed down on me, threatening to crush me under its unbearable burden.

In those moments, I had felt so utterly alone, like there was no one in the world who understood what I was going through. But now Zeke’s presence made me feel I had someone by me.

He was already acting his role without knowing.

I hugged him tightly to show my gratitude.