Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 27 The City-Wide Search for the Child

That night, Sadie was out like a light, her cold weighing her down into a deep slumber, and she slept right through her alarm.

It was Brenda who finally roused her from bed.

Sadie heaved herself up, her body feeling like a lead weight, and went through her morning routine, feeling out of sorts.

Upon learning of Sadie's cold, Brenda promptly brewed a pot of ginger tea, its warmth a small comfort.

Noah rummaged through the medicine cabinet for some cold medicine and then poured a glass of steaming water. "Mommy, after breakfast, you have to take your medicine like a good girl," he instructed, his young face earnest. Sadie, her nose stuffed up, held a tissue to her face. "Thank you, sweetheart. I overslept today, so I'm pressed for time. I'll have Brenda take you to the bus stop later."

"Don't worry, Mommy. I can handle both of them," Noah assured her, his demeanor surprisingly mature for his age, his handsome features set with determination.

"Mommy, please don't go to work today. Take a sick day and see a doctor," Mia pleaded, her chubby hand reaching up to dab at Sadie's runny nose, her expression pinched with concern.

"It's just a cold. I'll be fine once I take some medicine," Sadie croaked, her throat raw, her voice a dry rasp as she reached for more water.

"I'll get you some more water, Mommy," Mia said, noticing the empty glass and quickly refilling it for her.

"And here's the cold medicine I prepared for you. Don't forget to take it to the office," Noah added, carefully packing the medicine into a small box and tucking it into Sadie's handbag. "Thank you," Sadie smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude and pride at how sensible her children were, even at just over four years old.

Just then, she noticed Nathan was missing and asked with a hint of worry, "Where's Nathan?"

"Nathan's keeping watch over Coco as it does its business," Mia explained, pointing a chubby finger towards the balcony.

Nathan was perched on a small stool, his eyes glued to Coco in its cage, a small stick in hand as if on standby for an important mission.

Coco stood stock-still, its eyes darting around nervously as it strained to do its business.

"He was up twice last night to check if Coco had done the deed, and he's been out there again this morning," Brenda chuckled. "I think he's really hoping for that gold nugget to appear!"

"I'm starting to believe Nathan's story," Noah said, his brow furrowed in thought. "It might actually be true."

"Nathan, come have your breakfast!" Brenda called out.

Nathan tottered over, his short legs carrying him slowly. "Mommy, Coco did the doo-doo."

"And? Was there gold?" Mia asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Not yet. I checked with the stick," Nathan replied, still hopeful. "Maybe next time."

Then, he turned to Brenda with a serious expression. "Can you check if Coco pooped out gold today while you're at home?"

"Of course, I will. If there's gold, I'll save it for you!" Brenda laughed, ushering everyone back to the table. "Now, let's eat before it gets cold."

After breakfast, Brenda saw the children off to the bus stop, and Sadie rushed to catch a taxi to the office, feeling under the weather the entire ride, her nose running and a sneeze threatening with every breath.

Thinking back on the trials she'd faced yesterday, she gritted her teeth and silently cursed Micah and the male escort she'd crossed paths with, wishing them a lifetime of impotence!

***

In the plush confines of the Rolls-Royce Phantom...

Micah let out a series of sneezes, each one more explosive than the last, and an image of Sadie flashed through his mind. 'Damnit! Could I have caught a cold from that woman?' Andrew broke into his thoughts with an update. "Mr. Clemens, we've received the replaceings from Rylan."

"Go on," Micah commanded, his gaze still fixed on the documents in front of him.

"Panther passed the chip to a young child at Ruby Plaza," Andrew reported, his brow furrowed. "Based on the surveillance footage, the child appears to be no older than three or four years old..." "Launch a city-wide search for that child!" Micah ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, sir!"