Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1145 Don't Interfere

"Yo, you think he caught what we were saying?" Rylan asked, looking kinda worried. "Nah, doubt it," Andrew shrugged. "Nathan ain't like Noah; he can't hide his feels." "True that," Rylan nodded. "We heading back tonight, right? I'll hit up Silas." Andrew gave a thumbs up. "Cool."

Rylan went off to handle some stuff while Andrew hung around outside Micah's door.

Meanwhile, Nathan got back to his room, and two maids were setting up a bath for him. He waved them off, "You guys can bounce. I got this." "What's up today? You usually dig us helping you with your bath," one maid teased with a grin.

"I'm growing up, can't always have you guys doing it," Nathan said, feeling a bit awkward.

"Aw, look who's getting shy," the other maid giggled, covering her mouth.

"Geez, I'm blushing here," Nathan said, covering his face and acting all coy. "I'm starving. Can you grab me some grub? I'll eat after my bath." "Sure thing, we'll get on it." The maids answered sweetly.

Once they left, Nathan's face turned serious. He quickly used his smartwatch to call Noah.

The phone rang forever before Noah, sounding half-asleep, picked up, "What's up, Nathan?"

"Noah, I think Dad's sick," Nathan choked up. "I overheard Rylan and Andrew talking about getting him to see a doc."

"What's wrong with Dad? What kind of sick?" Noah asked, suddenly wide awake.

"I dunno, but he's looking skinnier and not as peppy," Nathan's voice wavered, and his eyes got misty. "Noah, what do we do? I'm scared."

"Chill out. First, figure out what's wrong with Dad," Noah said, trying to stay calm. "Maybe it's just a cold or something. Or maybe he's bummed 'cause Mom took me and Mia away."

Nathan whispered, still teary-eyed, "He doesn't seem to have a cold. No runny nose, sneezing, or fever."

Noah kept his cool, "Then replace out what it is and let me know. That's your new mission!"

"Got it," Nathan said, more determined. "I'll replace out ASAP."

Noah reminded him, "Remember what I taught you? Stay cool, don't freak out."

Nathan nodded, feeling a bit better. "I remember. That's why Rylan and Andrew didn't catch on."

Noah's voice softened, "Good. Don't stress. Dad's always been tough. Even if he's sick, it's probably not a big deal. But you still gotta replace out and tell me, okay?" "Okay," Nathan agreed.

After hanging up, Nathan thought about Noah's advice and felt a sense of duty, which gave him more drive.

On the other end, Noah couldn't get back to sleep.

He knew Craig and Joe had visited Sadie in the morning and seemed happy with whatever went down; otherwise, they wouldn't have left so cheerfully. And now, with Micah being sick, what was he supposed to do? As he mulled it over, a knock on the door was followed by Sadie's voice, "Noah, you up?"

Noah quickly got up to open the door and saw Sadie all dressed up. His heart sank. "Mom, where you headed?"

"Gotta go to the office," Sadie said, bending down to cup his face. "After your nap, play with Mia for a bit. You got an online class at three."

"Okay," Noah nodded obediently. "Aren't you not supposed to deal with the James Group stuff? Why you going to the office?"

"There's a press conference I gotta attend," Sadie said, dodging the question. "I gotta go now. Be good and ask Arya and Michelle if you need anything."

"Mom."

Noah tugged at Sadie's sleeve, his young mind already piecing together what the press conference might be about. He didn't want Sadie to go, but he remembered Micah's words: don't interfere, don't stop her. Reluctantly, he let go of her sleeve. He said, "It's nothing. You can go."