Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 316 Sipping Milk Without a Bottle

"Awww..." Silas felt his heart melting. "This little lady is just too adorable!" "Thanks, Mia!"

Mr. Clemens felt a lump in his throat. It was the first time he saw Mia fully awake. For some reason, there was a warm, familiar feeling in his heart toward the doll-like little girl, as if she was already a part of his family. "Mia, these are for Nathan. You eat this batch first, and I'll eat after you're full."

Noah separated a portion for Nathan and prioritized Mia for the rest.

"The takeout I ordered earlier for Mia is still untouched," the chubby nurse said softly. "Maybe..."

"No need for takeout." Mr. Clemens cut in promptly. "Kids, I'll have some food sent over right away. Eat to your heart's content, and don't hold back; as long as your little tummy can handle it, there's plenty to go around." "No, it's okay..."

"Thanks, Mr. Clemens!"

Just as Noah started to decline, Mia thanked him with her charming smile and offered Mr. Clemens a hard-boiled egg. "For you!"

"Uh..." Silas hesitated.

"Ha, sure thing." Mr. Clemens walked over, took the egg, and started eating eagerly. "Mmm, delicious!"

For the first time in a long while, he found such simple food pleasing.

He hadn't enjoyed a meal this much since twenty-two years ago. It was when Micah was six.

That evening, Mr. Clemens' memories were repeatedly stirred by the tenderness these three kids evoked, reinforcing his resolve to see Micah settle down sooner. Just look at these adorable little treasures! "It's getting late. I should take you back to rest."

Silas was concerned about Mr. Clemens staying up too late.

"I'll wait till they fall asleep," Mr. Clemens instructed. "Are the blankets on these three beds enough? Won't it be cold at night?"

"The blankets are sufficient, Mr. Clemens," the head nurse immediately said. "If you're concerned, I can spare another one for them. Dr. Charles has been waiting outside. He has instructed us to take good care of these three kids." "Make sure there's a nurse on duty around the clock; don't slack off," Mr. Clemens advised.

"Don't worry, everything is set."

"And," Mr. Clemens suddenly remembered something and turned to Noah earnestly, "do you need milk at night? I can have it prepared." "Mia needs milk," Noah blurted out, then promptly puffed up his little chest, adding, "I'm a big boy now; I don't drink milk." "Ha-ha-ha, drinking milk doesn't stop you from being a big boy!" Mr. Clemens couldn't help but laugh.

Silas and the nurses covered their mouths, laughing as well.

Noah's face turned red as he quickly explained, "I drink milk in the morning, but I don't use a bottle."

"I want a bottle," Mia declared with a pout, innocently stating, "Anyway, I'm not a big girl!" "Ha-ha-ha-ha!" Mr. Clemens burst into laughter, and joy filled the room, lifting everyone's spirits.

The previously somber atmosphere instantly became relaxed and joyful.

Silas watched Mr. Clemens laughing so heartily and felt a wave of contentment. How long had it been since Mr. Clemens had laughed like this? Almost twenty years, perhaps.

Micah was once this adorable at a younger age, but that innocence ended when he turned six.

Now, Mr. Clemens was rediscovering that sense of joy with these three children.

It must be fate!