Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1339 Looking for Tristan

Even adults couldn't see through it, but Noah caught on right away. He held it in, played along with Micah, and covered for him, not wanting anyone to notice Micah's vulnerability. He waited until now, when everyone had left, to finally ask the question burning in his heart.

Micah thought, "Poor Noah, how much has he been holding in?"

Micah felt heartbroken but tried to act casual, patting Noah's little head and smiling. "Silly boy. Look, isn't Daddy just fine? I can see your handsome little face, and I can see you're wearing a light blue shirt and a dark blue knit vest, looking so dashing. How could my eyes have a problem?"

"Really, no problem?" Noah asked, waving his little hand in front of Micah.

Micah grabbed his hand, pulled him into a hug, and, holding back his sorrow, gently coaxed, "I'm really fine. Noah, you're only six years old. You should be living happily and carefree like Nathan, Mia, and those three little girls. You don't need to worry about grown-up stuff."

"I know it's not good," Noah said, choking up. "But I can't control my brain. Sometimes, I think being too smart isn't a good thing. I seem to understand everything, but I also seem powerless to do anything."

Micah hugged him tightly, understanding his feelings all too well. When he was little, he often felt the same way. Clearly, he was just a child, yet he saw through everything between adults. He wanted to protect his loved ones but couldn't. It would be better to understand nothing and grow up foolishly. Unfortunately, he couldn't control his brain. This contradictory mindset was the most painful.

"Noah, no matter what happens, I will protect you," Micah gently patted Noah's back and said softly. "With Daddy here, you don't have to be afraid of anything or worry about anything. You just need to grow up happily, okay?" Noah wanted to say okay, but he knew he couldn't manage it. Micah coaxed him, "Alright, be good. I have to tidy up. Silas is coming over later. You go play in the garden for a while."

"I'll go back to my study. I have some things to handle," Noah said, looking deeply at Micah. "If you have anything, can you tell me? Maybe I can help."

"You've already helped me a lot, remember? Several new tech products from VIC Group have your contributions," Micah said, patting his little head.

"I mean..." Noah wanted to say more, but suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by Andrew's voice. "Mr. Clemens, Silas is here."

"Please take him to the dining room. I'll be down shortly to have breakfast with him," Micah responded.

"Okay," Andrew said and went downstairs to greet him.

"Then I'll go back to my room." With that, Noah hugged Micah and turned to leave.

Micah watched his small back, feeling heartbroken but also somewhat relieved. No matter what, at least someone could take over his responsibilities. Even if he really died one day, he believed that Noah could manage the Clemens Group well in the future.

However, before Noah grew up, someone had to take charge.

With that thought, Micah's mood became heavy again. He had to make several preparations now. If Sadie ultimately didn't return to the Clemens family, he had to ensure the Clemens Group could continue to hold on. At least, it had to hold on for another twelve years until Noah turned eighteen. This was not a short time, and he had to plan.

Micah immediately went to wash up, change clothes, and go downstairs to meet Silas.

In another room, Noah was operating the computer, searching for Tristan's whereabouts. He had unintentionally learned from Rodolfo that Micah was looking for someone named Virgil, and that person was Tristan's close friend, so he had to replace Tristan first.