Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 38 The Children's Genes

Seeing him like this, Sadie felt even more upset. She wanted to know why he married Leah right after they broke up.

From her understanding of Ronan, he wasn't the impulsive type. There must be some hidden truth.

Perhaps Leah had already set everything up.

Unfortunately, everything was set in stone now. Leah was already Mrs. Potter, and they had both had children. What would be the purpose in pursuing further questions?

Thinking of that, Sadie changed the subject. "There's no need for your wife to apologize at the school. I don't want any more conflicts. Also, if possible, transfer your son to a different school so that we don't have to cross paths." "I'll try to arrange that." Ronan nodded. "Do you have any other requests?"

"How could I make demands of you?" Sadie sneered. "Nowadays, I'm just a poor woman, and you are the esteemed Mr. Potter-"

"Don't call me that!" Ronan coldly interrupted her. "It's too formal. We have already-"

"There's no connection between us anymore. We should keep our distance from now on," Sadie coldly cut him off.

"Do you still hate me? I know my family was in the wrong back then, but I have been trying my best to make amends. Why couldn't you give me some time? Why did you do something so absurd?" Ronan asked all these questions as he stood frowning at her.

While speaking of this matter, his emotions grew stronger, and is eyes gradually turned red, showing how big of a blow it was to him.

"Yes, I was wrong," Sadie said, full of regret. "I made a mistake, so let's not bring it up again. Anyway, that's how it is."

After saying that, she turned and started to leave.

"Sadie!" Ronan grabbed her hand and handed her a check. "Go start a small business. Stop working those odd jobs."

"Hmph!" Sadie held the check with a cold, mocking smile. "$3,000,000, not bad. It seems our memories are certainly worth something, after all!"

"Sadie..."

"Money might be good, but I don't want this charity!" Sadie shoved the check into his suit pocket. "We were both at fault in the past, so no one should hold grudges. Let's just go our separate ways from here. Should we run into each other, we'll pretend we don't know each other."

"Are you blaming me for not recognizing you at the VIC Group earlier today?" Ronan furrowed his brow. "The situation back then..."

"No, I'm not blaming you, nor do I have the right to." Sadie smiled bitterly. "I understand now. Our positions are different, and we have to be mindful of the influence." "Then accept my help."

"I don't need it!"

"Can't you stop being so stubborn?" Ronan became impatient. "You used to be so noble! How could you do such a job? Besides, how much can that job earn? Can it support three children?" "Whatever I earn is the value of my labor," Sadie retorted angrily. "Even if one day I become so poor that I have nothing to eat, I'd rather beg or become a prostitute than ask you for help!" "You..."

"I don't appreciate your concern. Take it back to your wife."

With that, Sadie shook off his hand and left.

Ronan watched her departing figure, his eyes filled with disappointment.

As Sadie reached the door, she suddenly remembered something and turned back to him. "By the way, if possible, please help me keep the children a secret. I don't want outsiders to know about their existence for now." "Okay, I understand." Ronan knew what she was thinking. "I'll remind Leah not to speak about it outside."

Sadie smiled coldly and quickly walked away. "It seems you know her well."

Ronan watched her leaving, again his eyes filled with despair.

Vincent, his close attendant, walked in and exclaimed, "I can't believe Ms. Roth has three children after all these years! Life is truly unpredictable..."

Ronan looked at him, his gaze cold and sharp.

Vincent lowered his head, not daring to say more.

"Find out who the father of the children is."

Ronan sensed that those three children had excellent genes, and their father would not be an ordinary countryman.