Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 381 Powerful Genes

"Where's Micah?"

Suddenly, Amelia's voice came from outside.

"Oh, Micah is working on some important documents." Andrew quickly intercepted her. "He should be done soon. Please head directly to the conference room." "He hasn't had lunch yet." Amelia held up a sandwich with a smile. "I made this myself in the kitchen. I'd like him to try it."

"Miss Amelia, that's thoughtful of you." Andrew forced a smile. "You can leave it with me. I'll make sure he gets it. Why don't you go and take a break?"

"Can't I go in?" The smile on Amelia's face suddenly turned cold as she eyed the door, seeming to be able to see through it...

"Sadie's in there, isn't she?"

Despite the chilling gaze in her eyes, her lips maintained her smile when she spoke.

"Um..." Andrew was flustered, but he was an honest man at heart.

"It's fine. Men will be men, playing their games. I understand." Amelia's lips curled into a smirk as she handed the sandwich to Andrew. "Make sure you tell him I made it myself." "Yes, of course." Andrew nodded repeatedly.

"I'll be in the conference room. Tell him to take his time, no rush."

With a graceful smile, Amelia turned on her heels and quickly left.

Andrew sighed in relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself how formidable this woman was!

...

After a long while, Micah finally stopped his rough handling and turned to straighten his clothes.

Sadie hurriedly dressed, ready to leave.

"You're going out like that?" Micah snapped coldly. "Go clean up in the bathroom."

With a resentful glare, Sadie marched into the bathroom.

She rinsed her body with hot water, the pink marks on her fair skin a testament to his forcefulness.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she felt like a stranger to herself.

She was truly tired and unwilling to continue like this...

He would always lose control without warning, taking her recklessly, never showing her respect or caring for her feelings. She felt like she was just a tool.

But what could she do?

She simply couldn't break free from him......

Maybe things would get better if he got married.

With a deep sigh, Sadie straightened her clothes and hair and walked out.

Micah was sitting silently on the couch, nursing his drink. There was a first-aid kit on the coffee table.

"Treat yourself," Micah said without looking back, aware that Sadie had come out.

Sadie took a seat on the couch and began disinfecting and bandaging her hand while wincing in pain.

Micah's gaze fixed on her hand, and then he suddenly remarked, "My father, he looked a lot like my grandfather."

Sadie shot him a chilly glance and kept tending to her wound.

But inside, she wondered, He didn't apply any medicine himself!

"I look like them too, and so do my aunt and Alan Davis. You can tell we're all Clemens. Just one glance, and you know we're from the Clemens family!" Micah took another sip and went on, "The Clemens' genes are strong. Anyone born a Clemens practically comes from the same mold!"

A shiver ran through Sadie as she realized what Micah was implying...

He was saying that Mia didn't look like him!

That explained why she had managed to deceive him in the first place and why he had never truly considered investigating who their father was...

He had always believed in his heart that Mia wasn't his child.

Otherwise, why didn't she resemble him?

In fact, Mia looked more like Sadie. Perhaps her family's genes were even stronger?

Her father had said Mia was nearly the spitting image of her mother...

Maybe her mother's family also had strong genes.

"I even doubted whether those three children were mine, but the second I saw their faces, I dismissed the thought," Micah said with a self-deprecating sneer. "The old man said they look like me. I've even thought that maybe, just maybe, there could be a fluke in the way genes are passed on."

"What are you trying to say?" Sadie felt uneasy.

"One last time," Micah said intensely, staring into her eyes "Are they or are they not my offspring?"