Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 483 A Touch of Sweet Melancholy

Micah had been stationed at the pathology lab, eagerly awaiting the DNA test results. At present, nothing mattered more than the resolution of this lingering question.Micah had been camped out at the pathology lab, anxiously awaiting the DNA test results. At this moment, nothing else mattered more than the answer to this lingering question. He was on edge, much like a soon-to-be father pacing outside the delivery room, desperate to hear the news of his child's birth.

Dahlia suggested he get some rest, pointing out that the results wouldn't be ready for several hours and that there was no use in waiting around aimlessly.

Heeding her advice only slightly, Micah asked his two bodyguards to stay put and keep watch while he made his way back to the pediatric ward.

Despite the uncertainty, each glance at the three children in the hospital room strengthened his conviction that they were his own flesh and blood.Even though the outcome was still up in the air, each time he looked at the three children in the hospital room, he felt increasingly convinced they were his own flesh and blood.

Within the room, the triplets were fast asleep.

Noah lay neatly tucked in, his disciplined posture reflecting his meticulous personality.In the room, all three kids were fast asleep. Noah was tucked in neatly, his disciplined sleeping posture was a mirror image of his meticulous personality. Nathan was sprawled out in all directions, his cast-free foot propped up on Sienna's leg, stubbornly clutching his toy gun even in sleep.

Mia had her pacifier in her mouth and was cuddled up with her stuffed alpaca, sleeping so peacefully it was heartwarming.

Watching the children's angelic expressions softeneds Micah's heart. He had once thought that the kids didn't resemble him, but now he could see some similarities... especially in the assertiveness of their features and the unmistakable air of the Clemens family.

"Mommyama..." came a whimpering cry.

Suddenly Mia, startled from her sleep, started crying for her mommy.

Camila was dozing off at the edge of the bed and didn't hear her.

Micah entered the room immediately, mimicking the way the nurses had comforted Noah earlier, and took Mia's hand gently patting her shoulder.

Soon enough, Mia calmed down, wrapping her arms around Micah's arm, and continued her slumber.

Once Mia was deeply asleep again, Micah attempted to withdraw his arm, but she clung to it tightly. Any attempt to move, and she would stir awake. Resigned, he let her hold on and stood bent over for a while.

As time passed, discomfort seeped in, and he decided to squat down.

After squatting for a while, his feet began to tingle with numbness. He wanted to sit down, but despite the carpet looking clean, a hospital wais inevitably teeming with germs.

Thus,So Micah remained squatting for an hour, then two... until he could endure it no longer.

He eventually settled onto the floor, silently watching little Mia as she slept. The sweet scent of milk enveloped Mia, and her delicate baby face bore a striking resemblance to her mother's. Even in sleep, her chubby cheeks mirrored her mother's expression.Eventually, he settled onto the floor, silently watching little Mia as she slept. The sweet scent of milk surrounded the little one, and her delicate baby face bore a striking resemblance to her mother's, even her chubby sleeping face carried the same expression.

Mia was undeniably adorable, and Micah couldn't resist pinching her plump little cheek gently.

A sliver of drool escaped the corner of Mia's mouth, slowly making its way downward...

Micah frowned at the drool, silently chantingwilling, 'it not to Don't drip..., Don'ot to drip......'

But inevitably, the drool dropped, sliding off her adorable little chin to land on his arm and trickle down...

Micah, always a stickler for cleanliness, was struggling to cope. He tried once again to pull his arm free, but little Mia gripped him even tighter, rubbing her small face on his arm, leaving even more saliva...

Micah's brow furrowed deeply, his face showing clear distaste at the drool on his arm.

It felt as though a kitten were scratching inside Micah, causing extreme discomfort—a psychological effect of his strong preference for cleanliness.It felt like there was a kitten scratching inside Micah, making him extremely uncomfortable. This was the psychological effect of someone with a strong preference for cleanliness.

Under normal circumstances, Micah would have promptly withdrawn his arm and washed it without hesitation. But not now, despite his intensely frowning expression, he remained seated on the ground in the same position.Had it been any other time, Micah would've immediately withdrawn his arm and washed it without hesitation.

But not now; although his expression was one of intense wrinkling, he remained seated on the ground in the same position.

He looked around for something to wipe the drool with, and finally spotted a pack of tissues on a cabinet not too far away. He then started scheming to reach that pack of tissues...

Outside, Andrew halted in his tracks, stunned by the sight through the clear glass window. Micah, renowned for his capabilities and adeptness at controlling situations, was now focused on such a trivial matter?Outside, Andrew, watching through the clear glass window, stopped in his tracks, stunned. Micah, with all his capabilities and his ability to control situations, was applying his efforts to such a trivial matter? This was truly... somewhat pitiable!

Finally getting his hands on the tissues, Micah let out a long sigh as if he had accomplished a momentous feat.