Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 337 Mr. Clemens' Eldest Grandson

Micah held his cell phone, and the corners of his mouth twisted into a mocking curve.

He was mocking Sadie's naivety for suspecting him of kidnapping her child.

He also laughed at himself for stooping to such extreme measures to force her to stay with him.

"Why bother?" Andrew couldn't help but lament. "You're helping her replace her child, yet you're being labeled as a kidnapper."

"It doesn't matter," Micah said with nonchalance. "She's so keen on doubting me; it'd be a shame not to live up to her suspicions, right?"

"You always play it tough; you never explain or communicate. It just makes things worse," blurted out Andrew, then immediately covered his mouth.

Micah's face darkened instantly, his cold eyes piercing through Andrew.

He slapped himself in a flash of regret and said, "I'm sorry, Micah. I spoke out of turn."

Micah remained silent, gazing out the window at the night view, lost in thought. He couldn't fathom why, despite his kindness, Sadie always doubted him, feared him, and preferred to keep her distance. Andrew's words had struck a chord. Does his flawed approach need to be revised?

"Micah, we're here!"

Rylan's voice pulled him from his reverie. Micah returned to reality, noticing the car had pulled up to 1 Happy Street.

As he stepped out, the paramedics and preschool teachers were already taking three children out of the vehicle. As Micah approached, Mia scurried behind Miss Bell, clutching her dress with tiny trembling hands, peering out with one doubtful eye.

So adorable, yet sad.

And there was Noah, arms outstretched, bravely shielding his siblings, his stubborn glare not showing any sign of weakness.

Only the injured Nathan remained oblivious to the situation, snoozing against Mr. Brooks, carefree.

Micah paused, watching them from a distance, and instructed the doctors and teachers, "Take good care of them. Don't let them out of your sight until their mother returns."

"Yes, Mr. Clemens," they responded in unison with due respect.

"Get some sleep, and by morning, you'll see Mom," Micah said softly, his gaze softening as it landed on Noah. "Take care of your sister."

Noah's brow furrowed tightly, silent.

Micah glanced again at the slumbering Nathan and said to Mia, "Your little parrot is quite cute!"

"His name is Coco!" Mia pouted, slightly annoyed.

"Right." Micah gave a forced smile, then turned and walked away.

The group stood there, watching Micah's car pull away and disappear from view before they exhaled in relief, taking the children upstairs.

"Why are you all so afraid of him?" Noah asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"It's because he paid us top dollar to look after you," Mr. Brooks said with a smile.

"And you guys?" Noah asked the medical staff around him.

"Just the same," giggled a few nurses, "Mr. Clemens offered us a hundred times our usual pay to take care of you all."

"And you?" Noah's gaze turned to the police officers.

The officers quickly retorted, "Protecting the community is our duty!"

"Alright then." Noah averted his eyes, looking in the direction where Micah had left, his expression tinged with complexity.

"Noah," Mia whispered, tugging at Noah's hand, "Mr. Clemens' eldest grandson seems like he might not be a bad guy. He hired so many people to look after us. Aren't we being a bit rude to him?"