Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

Zeke’s POV

I felt a surge of anger course through my veins seeing my kids in so much torture. Hearing Tyris’s voice in such a weak tone as opposed to her bright cherried voice, I swore under my breath to ensure that Ellen and her father would pay for what they had done to my kids.

I held Kamille till her sobs gradually subsided. Her body trembled with exhaustion, and I could feel the weight of the past few days bearing down on her. “It’s going to be okay,” I murmured, stroking her hair gently. “We’re going to find them.”

She nodded weakly against my chest, taking comfort in my embrace. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she whispered.

“You’ll never have to find out,” I promised, kissing the top of her head. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Once she seemed more stable, I gently guided her to sit down. “I need to take another look at the video,” I said softly. “You need to rest for now,” I said to her.

She nodded, wiping her eyes. “I’ll be okay.”

I immediately sent a message to her friend Belle. She was a much easier person to relate with than her hot headed friend, Amanda. Belle would also know what to do to help with Kamille’s stress levels.

Once the message was delivered, I settled in a seat beside her and while she rested atop me, I went through the video once again. My eyes scanned for every detail, looking for any clue that might lead us to the kids. The grainy footage of the room was distracting, but I forced myself to stay focused.

After watching the video a few more times, I called Rogers. “How long have those doctors been visiting the Manor mansion?” I asked.

“Almost two weeks,” he replied.

My heart raced. “That means it’s possible they have the kids there. I’m sending a message to Ellen. I’m going to visit.”

“Sir, don’t you think that is hasty?” Rogers replied.

“I don’t care. I just need confirmation. I will send you a video, try to match any face in that video and if any corresponds with the foreign doctors, alert Fletcher. But for now, I will go and have a look,” I replied and hung up.

I typed out a terse message to Ellen, “I’m coming to visit. Be prepared.”

I waited impatiently for Belle’s arrival and in that interval, Kamille had fallen asleep. I brushed her lips with mine.

“Take care of her please. Zane would be here to help,” I said to Belle as soon as she set her purse down.

“Zane? I.. I think I can manage on my own or I will call Amanda over,” She replied.

I saw something flicker in her eyes, but I did not have the luxury of time to pay attention to it. “Do what suits you, but Zane will be here to help me keep you all safe,” I replied.

With that I walked out of the living room. Leaving Kamille’s home under heavy security, I drove to the Manor mansion. The place was eerily quiet when I arrived. Rogers and Andrew met me at the entrance.

“They’re not here,” Rogers said. “We have a limited window to search the place before they return.”

“Let’s make the most of it,” I replied, pushing through the front door.

We searched every room meticulously, but the mansion was devoid of any signs of the children. My frustration mounted with every empty room. “They must have moved them,” I muttered angrily.

Just as we were finishing our search, we heard the sound of a car pulling up. Ellen, her mother, and her father entered the mansion, their expressions a mix of surprise and indignation.

“What are you doing here?” Ellen demanded, her voice shrill.

“Did you not get my message? I’m here to talk about your pregnancy,” I said coldly, my eyes narrowing.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Ellen’s mother glared at me. “You have no right to be here.”

I ignored her and focused on Ellen. “I’m going to provide financial support until the child is born. But let me be clear: you will never set foot in my house again. After the child is born, I will run a DNA test immediately. If I find out I’ve been deceived, you will face my legal team in court.”

Ellen’s eyes flashed with defiance. “I don’t care what you say. I will make sure the whole world knows that I am carrying your baby.”

I took a step closer, my voice low and dangerous. “If you want to unleash the demon I have kept hidden for so long, go ahead. But you will regret it.”

She faltered, the bravado slipping from her face for a moment. But then she straightened, her chin jutting out defiantly. “Do your worst, Zeke.”

I turned to leave, the fury boiling inside me. “Remember what I said. You will regret it.”

“Zeke,” Her father finally spoke.

I paused and tilted my head slightly at them. “What?”

“You don’t trample on my daughter like that and go scot free. I hear you are looking for some children, I wish you all the best,” He said and they all turned into their house.

Was that a fucking threat? I clenched my hands and walked away.

I walked out of the mansion, my mind a storm of rage and frustration. I had hoped to find a clue, anything that would lead us to the kids, but the visit had yielded nothing.

Back in the car, I took a deep breath and called Rogers. “I want every move Ellen and her family make monitored. I don’t care what it takes. Find out where they’ve hidden the kids. ”

“Yes, sir,” Rogers replied.

“Did you run a check on those doctors from the video?” I asked him.

“It is being worked on,” Rogers replied.

“Good,” I replied.

If doctors frequented here often Ellen only confirmed her pregnancy today, then they definitely had the kids hidden in that mansion somewhere. Somewhere underground.

I sighed and I wondered how Kamille was doing. It was barely a few hours since I left her, but I could not keep calm. I loved her so much that I hated myself for all the pain she was going through and for the pain my kids had to go through too.

“Let’s head back to Kamille’s apartment,” I instructed.

“Yes Sir,” Andrew nodded from the passenger seat.

When I arrived, Kamille rushed out to meet me, her eyes wide with anxiety. “Did you find anything?”

I shook my head, pulling her into a comforting embrace. “No, but we’ll keep searching. We’ll find them.”

She clung to me, her fear palpable. “I don’t know how much more I can take, Zeke.”

“I know,” I whispered. “But we’re close. I can feel it.”

We went inside, and I was met with Belle sitting on the couch where I sat earlier and Zane standing a few feets away from her. They seemed to have some sort of misunderstanding, but I did not know what to make of it.

Ignoring them, I sat Kamille down. “Kamille, did you by any chance know if your grandma Monica had built any secret bunker or anything of the sort in the mansion?”

She looked at me, her eyes searching mine. “I don’t know about that. I didn’t even know I was a true Manor until her demise.” I noticed the hurt in her eyes as she spoke.

“It is fine, I just have a hunch that if something like that exists, then that is where the kids are,” I said, passing glances between them and leaving it on Zane. Zane understood my stares because we all had secret bunkers in our family mansions. It was like a ritual passed down from our parents and their parents before us. They were built in cases of emergencies and no one was to know of it except for the family heads or sons.

“What does that mean?” Belle asked, interrupting my thoughts.

“It is nothing for you ladies to get worried about. I will have it sorted out,” I replied. “Zane, give me a minute,” I said and excused myself.

“What’s up brother?” Zane asked immediately as we stepped outside.

Just as I was about to give a response, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Mr. Rogers. “We’ve been able to identify the doctors. They are they same foreign doctors who have frequented the Manor Mansion frequently,”

“That confirms it. They must have kids.”

I quickly called Rogers. “I need you to coordinate with Fletcher. We’re going to hit the Manor mansion again, but this time we’re going in full force.”

“Yes, sir,” Rogers said, then I hung up.

“Well?” Zane asked, waiting for me to say something.

“We go get my kids,” I replied, looking into the distance.