Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 301 How Did You Get In?

Waking up in the morning, Sadie found the spot beside her empty.

Sadie felt a twinge of unease. Today was different, with Amelia having moved in and Micah's grandfather visiting.

As a lover who must stay hidden, she didn't know how to face the situation.

While Sadie was lost in her thoughts, there was a knock on the door. It was Dahlia.

Sadie had intended to tidy up the disheveled king-size bed, but Dahlia was already wheeling in the medical cart, with two maids and two nurses in tow. She felt mortified, but it was just another day at work for them.

Dahlia inspected Sadie's wounds, instructed the maids to assist her with a bath and a change of clothes, and planned to reapply her medication afterward.

A bath was precisely what Sadie craved, feeling sticky and uncomfortable all over.

The maids helped her bathe and slipped her into a cozy cotton dress.

By the time she returned, the room had been cleaned, complete with fresh sheets on the bed.

Dahlia dressed her wounds, getting her ready for a physical therapy session at the hospital.

Sadie whispered, "Uh, is Mr. Clemens Sr. still around? And Ms. Amelia?"

"They're downstairs having breakfast with Mr. Clemens," Dahlia reassured with a smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Clemens's got everything under control." That was exactly what worried Sadie.

The unease churned inside her, but what could she do? She couldn't stay hidden in her room forever.

Besides, it wasn't like she was the one clinging desperately to the relationship.

If Micah's grandfather saw her, blew his top, and kicked her out-ordering Micah never to see her again that would be a twisted kind of relief. With that thought, Sadie took a deep breath, stood up, and started walking out.

"Miss Roth, take it easy. I've got you." One of the nurses hurried to assist Sadie, worrying she might stumble.

Descending the spiral staircase, Sadie glimpsed the lively family scene in the dining room.

Amelia was cosying up to Micah's grandfather, frequently teasing Micah.

Micah offered only a half-smile in return, his attention fixed on the Wall Street Journal.

"Focus on your breakfast now, you can read later," Micah's grandfather said, tapping the table. "Amelia is talking to you; what, are you deaf?"

Micah reluctantly set aside the journal, glancing at Amelia. "What's up?"

"I was saying, let's go check out the construction site together this afternoon?" Amelia suggested with a radiant smile.

"The site's a mess. You should better not go. We'll let someone else handle it."

Micah's eyes followed Sadie as she descended. She was wearing a white cotton dress with her hair loosely draped around her shoulders, looking comfy and clean, albeit a bit timid. Dahlia escorted her over, with Sadie appearing somewhat nervous.

"Sadie's awake?" Amelia greeted her with a warm smile. "Join us for breakfast."

"Thanks, but I'll pass," Sadie replied politely, "I just..."

"What's there to be polite about?" Amelia approached, offering her support with a smile. "Micah lost his temper yesterday and hurt you. As your superior, it's only right for me to let you stay here to recover. Don't be scared, make yourself at home." Sadie was left speechless by Amelia's forthright assurance. She couldn't tell whether it was an excuse concocted by Micah or a story spun by Amelia herself.

It was absurd. Everyone knew her true circumstances, yet they all seemed to accept this blatantly flimsy excuse as validation.

Micah's grandfather sized up Sadie with a cool gaze and asked bluntly, "What's your name?"

"It's Sadie Roth," she replied, a touch of nervousness in her voice.

"How old are you?" It was like Micah's grandfather was interrogating a servant.

"23," she answered softly.

"I hear you're a secretary at the VIC Group?" he continued, his questioning unrelenting.

"Yes," Sadie confirmed with a nod.

"I've seen your resume. You didn't finish college, and you have no special skills," Micah's grandfather commented disparagingly, tossing a stack of documents onto the table. "With qualifications like that, you'd barely qualify for a janitorial position at the VIC. How did you manage to get in?"