Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 312 Frank or Blunt?

Mr. Clemens wore a look of steely resolve, his gaze complex with emotion. Silas bowed his head, remaining silent.

Every member of the Clemens family knew the painful history-the early demise of Mr. Clemens' son and daughter-in-law was a thorn in both Mr. Clemens' and Micah's sides and a taboo subject within the Clemens family. A topic only they could broach.

Because of that past tragedy, Mr. Clemens held tightly to Micah's heartstrings.

Micah, now twenty-eight, never had a serious relationship. Perhaps because of his upbringing, he was obtuse and even obstinate regarding romance.

There had been recent rumors of a woman in Micah's life who almost caused him to strangle his cousin Alan Davis, sparking a vengeful response from an aunt.

Consequently, Mr. Clemens hurried to Newark to handle the matter himself. Even if Micah resented him for it, Mr. Clemens knew he must maintain strict control to prevent history from repeating itself. "Mr. Clemens!" A soft voice rang out.

Turning around, Mr. Clemens' lips curled up into a smile. "Amelia's here!"

"Sorry I'm late," Amelia apologized, bustling over with two insulated food containers. "I've made you oatmeal, applesauce, scrambled eggs, and veggies!"

"Thank you; you're such a thoughtful child," Mr. Clemens praised.

Silas took the thermos food container from Amelia and, noticing the bandages around two of her fingers, asked with concern, "Amelia, what happened to your hand?"

"It's nothing," Amelia said, quickly hiding her hand behind her back.

"Let me see," Mr. Clemens commanded.

"Mr. Clemens..." Amelia pouted, "I just cut myself while chopping vegetables. It's a minor wound."

"Next time, don't cook anything," Mr. Clemens advised with concern. "Let the staff handle it."

"I wanted to cook a meal for you myself," Amelia said sweetly. "Consider it a small token of my respect!"

"That's my girl," Mr. Clemens said, nodding appreciatively. "I've always said that Micah made a wise choice in marrying you."

"You can't force these things," Amelia sighed.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Clemens sensed there was more to her words. "Did he make you angry again?"

"How could I be mad at him?" Amelia forced a bitter smile. "Tonight, I prepared a special dinner with king crab, but he just grabbed his car keys and rushed out without looking at me. He was probably going to see that woman." "Ridiculous!" Mr. Clemens scowled, clearly upset. "I'll see to it when I get back."

"Please don't be angry, Mr. Clemens," Amelia quickly tried to calm him down. "The more you push him, the more he resists. He might even start to resent me. Let's just let things take their course."

"Alright, I'll handle it," Mr. Clemens reassured her, patting her hand. "Go rest now, and thank you for the dinner."

"Don't be so formal with me; it feels so distant," Amelia said coquettishly, playfully shaking Mr. Clemens' arm.

"There, there," Mr. Clemens said with a chuckle. "Go home now."

"Isn't it late for you too?" Amelia asked with concern. "If the car accident wasn't serious, let the staff take care of it. If it was, that's okay; I can call the authorities. You don't need to worry about these minor issues." The words spilled out before she could think.

After speaking, Amelia noticed Mr. Clemens' furrowed brow and the darkening of his expression.

Realizing her mistake, she hurriedly tried to explain, "I mean... What I..."

"It's fine; I know you're frank," Mr. Clemens cut her off. "Go home."

"Oh."