Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 348 Possibly Your Children

Micah spent the entire day with his eyes glued to his phone, waiting for a call from Sadie that never came.

In the evening, Dahlia came by to update him and mentioned with a thoughtful tone, "Miss Roth's waist injury has improved significantly. With a bit more rest, she'll be fully recovered. Oh, and I texted her this afternoon. She's planning to return to work tomorrow."

"Hmm," Micah grunted, casually inquiring. "Did she say anything else?"

Deep down, he was eager to know if she had mentioned him at all.

"She... she also said that everything you arranged was very thoughtful and thorough." Dahlia carefully fabricated the story. "Including securing housing arrangements for the doctors and nurses and making it easier for them to look after the kids. It really solved a big problem for her, and she's extremely grateful to you."

"You're getting bolder," Micah cut her off, eyeing her coldly. "How dare you lie to me?"

"Please forgive me, sir!" Dahlia apologized immediately.

Micah's brow furrowed he knew it was a lie. That ungrateful woman certainly wasn't thankful; how could she say such things?

"Leave," Micah said, lowering his gaze to continue with his drink.

"Yes," responded Dahlia, heading out. As she departed, she met Grandpa Clemens and greeted him, "Good evening, Mr. Clemens!"

"Hmm," he grunted back, proceeding to sit in the armchair opposite Micah. "Is the case closed?"

"What case?" Micah blurted before catching himself. "Oh, yes, it's closed!"

"That's good to hear," Grandpa Clemens nodded approvingly. "With VIC Group growing stronger day by day, we have to be careful about public opinion. I hope my recent mishap hasn't brought you any negative impact."

"No worries. It hasn't," Micah assured him. Eyeing Grandpa Clemens' neatly tailored clothes and healthy glow, he teased, "All dressed up today? Do you have a date with a lovely lady?"

"Get out!" Grandpa Clemens playfully swatted at him with his cane. "Naughty kid, now you're making fun of me!"

Micah chuckled, "So where are you really off to?"

"I'm going to see my three little grandchildren." Grandpa Clemens' face lit up with an affectionate smile at the thought of the children. "I just called them up. I'm planning to take them out for dinner."

Micah frowned. "Come on, they're kids you've just met recently. Why are you treating them like your own flesh and blood?"

"These three kids must be fated to cross my path," Grandpa Clemens chuckled. "The moment I set eyes on them, I felt this warm familiarity, and you know, I think they bear a resemblance to you, even in their temperaments, especially Noah." "Cut it out!" Micah interjected, his tone sour. "Those wild-"

He stopped himself abruptly and switched gears. "Don't start pinning it on me. I don't have a slew of lovers!"

"I know you're very strict and disciplined, or else I might suspect they were indeed your own kids!" Grandpa Clemens shot him a look and sighed.

"I spent all those years keeping you in line, making sure you didn't mess around, and now, seeing these three kids, I kind of wish you had, even if it was just once."

"Have you lost your mind?" Micah's face darkened. "What nonsense is this?"

"Enough, I'm done with you." Grandpa Clemens stood up and walked away. "You're just like the old antique, not funny at all. I'm off to see my grandkids. They're so adorable!"

Micah, at a loss for words, felt a pang of unease recalling the fondness Grandpa Clemens showed for Mason's children. He picked up the glass of whiskey next to him and took generous swigs. "Micah," Andrew murmured, "do you think the old man will figure out who those three kids really are? Should we give Miss Roth a heads-up?"

"She's not brainless," Micah retorted, irritated. "Can't she think for herself?"

"Yes, yes!"