Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 331 An Unbelievable Stroke of Luck

"Yes, sir!"

Behind him, the headmaster, the doctors, and a dozen loyal members of the Clemens family all nodded to acknowledge his command.

Silas smiled at the three children, feeling incredibly fortunate. With Mr. Clemens' word, they wouldn't have a care in the world for the rest of their lives!

It made him wonder what good fortune their parents must have stumbled upon.

"Come, tell Mr. Clemens..." he asked, gently pinching Noah's tender cheek, "Where does your mother work? I'll have someone look into that nasty boss and take care of him immediately!" "She works at VIC."

"Mr. Clemens!"

The urgent report from a bodyguard cut off Noah. "Micah's here!"

"What's he here for?" Mr. Clemens frowned.

"Who's Micah?" Nathan asked, curious.

"He's my good-for-nothing grandson!" Mr. Clemens' face darkened at the mention of Micah, but he quickly turned to comfort the children with affection, "You little angels, go ahead and eat. I will be back in an instant!" "Oh!" Noah, wise beyond his years, gently pulled Mia away and helped Mr. Clemens to his feet, "Mr. Clemens, please go ahead with your work; don't worry about us. We've eaten, and we'll play by ourselves." "Good kids!" Mr. Clemens patted his head, then assured Nathan and Mia, "I'll be back shortly."

"Bye, Mr. Clemens!" Nathan and Mia waved farewell to him.

"You all step out and let the children rest," Mr. Clemens instructed while walking out with his cane. "Just keep a few nurses here to look after them." "Understood."

The room quieted, and Nathan and Mia resumed their earnest eating, cheeks puffed with food while Noah appeared lost in thought.

"Noah, what's wrong? Don't you like the food?" Nathan noticed his preoccupied look.

"I can't get a hold of Mommy or Brenda. I'm worried something's happened to them." Noah furrowed his brow.

"What?" At that, Mia's anxiety spiked, "Did something happen to them? Did bad guys take them?"

"We have to rescue Mommy," Nathan declared, throwing off his blanket, ready to get out of bed.

"Cut it out," Noah intervened sternly, "We can't do anything right now. We should stay put; at least you can get treated here, and someone's caring for Mia."

"But we can't just wait here forever," Nathan implored, tugging at Noah's arm, "Let's call Mr. Clark; maybe he can help replace Mommy."

"I wish I could, but I don't have Mr. Clark's number."

Noah was frustrated, a knot forming between his brows.

"What should we do then?" With his appetite gone, even the pastry in Nathan's mouth lost its taste.

"I want Mommy, I want Brenda..." Mia's bottom lip trembled as tears welled up in her eyes.

"Don't cry, sweetie. Mommy will be here to pick you up soon," a nurse quickly came over to console her. "Little one, you must stop crying, or your tonsils might get inflamed again." "Maybe we should ask Mr. Clemens for help replaceing Mommy and Brenda?" Nathan suggested to Noah, "He must know a way."

"That could work," Noah pondered, "I'll try calling Mommy again, and if we still can't reach her, we'll ask Mr. Clemens for assistance!"

"Yeah," Nathan nodded vigorously.

"Excuse me, nurse, may I please borrow your phone?" Noah asked politely.

"Of course, you can." The nurse handed over her phone to Noah.

Noah took the phone and stepped out onto the balcony to call Sadie. This time, the call went straight to voicemail. It seemed her phone was turned off.

Disheartened and increasingly anxious, Noah couldn't help but worry-could something have happened to his mom? Earlier attempts to call her had only been met with a resounding silence, and fearing she might mistake his number for a spam caller, he had sent her a text message. But there was still no response, and now her phone was off.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Noah felt. He decided to wait for Mr. Clemens to return so he could ask for help in replaceing his mom.