Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 332 Blood Ties or Their Ties

Meanwhile, Mason and Sadie had just arrived at Mr. Clemens' suburban mansion. Mason got out of the car to seek an audience with Mr. Clemens.

The security guard informed him that Mr. Clemens had gone out early in the morning and was still determining when he would return. Mason decided to wait for Mr. Clemens at the gate; the security guard didn't object.

An impatient Sadie in the car asked, "So what's happening?"

"Mr. Clemens has gone out. I'm going to wait here for him. Do you want me to have someone take you back home in the meantime?"

"How can I relax without having found the kids?" Sadie was visibly upset. "Mason, I left my phone at the house. I need to get it in case the kids call. I can't afford to miss it." "Alright, I'll go with you," Mason instructed the driver to take them to her house.

...

At the hospital, Mr. Clemens confronted Micah in the director's office with a frigid tone, "What are you doing here?"

"As if I had a choice?" Micah looked exasperated. "Your chauffeur hit someone with my car. The kid's parents filed a police report, and the traffic department hounded me."

"What? The child's parents called the cops?" Mr. Clemens was taken aback. "Where are they? I've been meaning to get in touch."

"Let me handle this," Micah interjected with a feigned excuse. "We wouldn't want others to take advantage of the situation."

"Handle what?" Mr. Clemens immediately rejected the offer. "I've grown fond of those three kids. Their welfare is my responsibility. I promised to protect them."

"But no matter how much you protect them, that's no substitute for their parents, right?" Micah argued confidently. "They have to be returned to them."

"That's true," Mr. Clemens conceded, "Alright, bring them here. I'll apologize to the parents, discuss the compensation, and personally hand over the kids."

"The car involved is mine, and the traffic department's been contacting me," Micah spoke with a hint of pretension. "If someone with an agenda blows this out of proportion, I could throw myself in the river and still not come out clean. You wouldn't want me to get trapped in a whirlpool of public opinion, would you?"

Mr. Clemens nodded, convinced by the logic of it. "So, what's your plan?" he asked.

"The right thing to do would be to return the kids to the parents and offer compensation to make things right," Micah replied, all serious. "I checked with the hospital; the kids are fine; they're just scared. I doubt the parents will kick up a fuss." "Hmm," Mr. Clemens murmured, nodding gravely. "Those three kids are quite a delight. I've grown quite fond of them. Don't shortchange them, you hear? Whatever the parents ask for, try to accommodate. Got it?" "Understood, don't worry," Micah said with a nod, then turned to Andrew, "Take Mr. Clemens back home!"

"Right away," Andrew stepped forward.

"Hold on, I'd like to say goodbye to the kids first."

Using his cane, Mr. Clemens headed toward the ward and gave Silas an order along the way.

"Get the gifts I bought for the kids, and, oh, the smartwatches with phones I got for them. Store my number in them so they can reach me anytime."

"Right on it," Silas said with a bow.

"What's Mr. Clemens' deal?" Micah muttered, watching Mr. Clemens' retreating figure with a frown. "Handing out gifts and leaving his number? Is he trying to play the family card?"

"I just heard from Silas," Andrew spoke cautiously, "Mr. Clemens is fond of those three and has been by their side in the hospital these past few days. Look, Micah, Mr. Clemens is serious. Those kids are off-limits." "They're not even Clemens's blood," Micah spat, vexed. "Who's closer to Mr. Clemens? Me or those brats?"

"You, of course, but..."

"Zip it." Micah cut him off. "Do as I've instructed."

"Understood."