Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 341 Mummy’s Back

Sadie worryingly entered the bedroom to see Mia, only to replace out that she was sleeping soundly on her pink bed, with her beloved alpaca doll in her arms. On the nightstand, an unfinished bottle of milk and a family photo with six smiling faces emerged into her sight.

"Before Mia fell asleep, she kept asking if Mommy was coming back," Miss Bell whispered. "She cried so hard and clutched that family photo so tightly that it took ages to soothe her to sleep." "Thank you," Sadie said, her voice quivering as tears streamed down her face. She tiptoed over, kissed Mia's forehead, and whispered, "Mia, Mommy's back, and I'll never lose you again." Mr. Brooks and Miss Bell watched on, their eyes wet.

Sadie hugged Mia, tucked her in the little blanket, removed the milk bottle and the photo frame, and then quickly headed to the next room, gently pushing the door open.

Turning on the wall light, she saw Noah and Nathan sleeping deeply on their beds too.

Nathan, with his plastic gun still in his arms, was drooling on the pillow, his casted right leg carefully placed. His other leg was propped against the wall. His little body was sprawled in every direction, just like his lively personality, and the blanket had fallen to the floor.

"Ha!" Mr. Brooks chuckled, covering his mouth. "I had just set his leg right and tucked him in, but look at him now-it's only been a few minutes!"

"He slept just as usual," Sadie said as she leaned in for a closer look, then quickly asked with concern. "What happened to his leg? And what's with the bandage on his head?"

"I'll explain everything in a bit," Mr. Brooks whispered. "Why don't you stay with the kids for a while? We'll be right outside waiting."

"Okay." Sadie nodded. She made sure Nathan's blanket was snug around him, repositioned his leg, and straightened out his sleeping posture. She gently removed the plastic gun from his grasp, then bent down to plant a tender kiss on his forehead.

"Wow, what a pretty girl!" Nathan mumbled as he turned over in his sleep.

A snort of laughter escaped from Sadie as she gave his chubby little bottom a soft pat, thinking to herself, "Little one, you're dreaming of pretty girls when you should be thinking of Mommy-such a little bad boy!" Sadie wiped the drool from Nathan's mouth with a tissue, lovingly pinched his adorable cheeks, and then turned to check on Noah.

Noah's sleeping position was much more reserved, with his small brows furrowed in worry. In his arms, he clutched a family portrait, and beside him lay a self-defense baton.

Sadie had always worried about Noah's premature seriousness and its effect on his mental well-being. But then, she thought, if she were a stronger mother, if she could provide them with enough security, would Noah still worry so much? Wasn't it because she hadn't given enough that he felt the need to shoulder her burdens?

Touched by these thoughts, Sadie gently stroked Noah's cheek, smoothing out his furrowed brow, and kissed his eyelids. As she pulled back, she realized Noah's eyes were open.

"Mommy..." Noah stared at her blankly, taking a moment to come back to reality before vigorously rubbing his eyes. "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"No, my love." Sadie cradled his face tenderly. "Mommy's back!"

"Mommy!" Noah exclaimed, throwing himself into her embrace, his voice filled with emotion. "I missed you so much. I was so scared I'd never see you again." "Little fool! Mommy's here to watch you grow up." Sadie held him close, gently patting his back and soothing him. "I'll never leave you all again." "Mommy..."

Noah, who had been strong for so long, finally couldn't hold back any longer and began to cry in his mother's arms.