Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 484 What on Earth is That?

Micah retrieved a generous handful of tissues and meticulously wiped away the drool from his arm. With gentle strokes, he cleaned Mia's chubby cheeks and her petite, cherry-like mouth before deftly depositing the used tissues into the nearby trash can.Micah pulled out a large handful of tissues and carefully wiped the drool off his arm. He cleaned Mia's chubby cheeks and her cherry-like small mouth, then threw the dirty tissues precisely into the trash can not far away...

With everything taken care of, he sighed and couldn't help but mentally exclaim, 'Taking care of kids is exhausting!'

He wondered how Sadie managed all these years.

Even one was enough to tire him out, let alone three...

Suddenly, something fell.

Micah turned around to see that the toy gun Nathan had been embracing had fallen from the bed. As Nathan shifted, he nearly tumbled off the bed himself.Micah turned around to see the toy gun from Nathan's embrace had fallen from the bed, and as Nathan turned over, he almost fell off the bed himself.

Micah quickly stretched out his leg to catch him, and Nathan clung to it like a koala clinging to a tree, refusing to let go.

Now, Micah's left arm and right leg were both tightly held by the children, and his posture was fixed like a circus performer, unable to move an inch.

Micah attempted to retract his leg, but Nathan tightened his grip even more with the slightest movement. He then tried to pull his arm away, but Mia held on just as firmly, steadfastly refusing to let go... Micah tried to retract his leg, but with the slightest movement, Nathan gripped him even tighter.

He then attempted to pull his arm out, but Mia was holding on just as firmly, refusing to let go...

'Great, neither canould be pulled back!'

Micah decided to simply stand still in that pose. The man who once navigated the business world with ease, effortlessly resolving any issue, could not believe that these small matters were giving him such a hard time today. One minute..., Ffive minutes..., Tten minutes..., Ttwenty minutes passed...

Micah hadn't felt it at first, but after an hour, his leg began to go numb.

Andrew was preparing to come to the rescue when suddenly he noticed that Noah's clear, big eyes were silently watching Micah. His gaze was full of admiration, as if he were looking at an almighty hero.

Micah, completely unaware that Noah had woken up, tried to keep it together even when Nathan let out a fart right next to him.

"Pffft-"

Micah closed his eyes, furrowed his brow, and held his breath, on the verge of a breakdown.

'Good Lord, what kind of creature is this?!'

The hugging of arms and legs was one thing, but to drool and fart, too!

"It stinks, it really stinks!" Noah waved his hand to disperse the foul odor, barely able to endure it. He whispered in disgust, "Nathan must have eaten something nasty yesterday.""It stinks, it so stinks!" Noah fanned the air with his hand, barely able to tolerate the smell and whispered in disgust, "Nathan must have eaten something bad yesterday."

"Stinky, stinky!" Coco, nestled next to Nathan's pillow, stirred awake, fluttering its wings and squawking.Coco, who was sleeping next to Nathan's pillow, also woke up, flapping her wings and squawking.

Mia turned over in her sleep, tears welling up as she unconsciously released her grip on Micah's arm. She rubbed her eyes, still half-asleep., started crying, "whimper, whimper, whimper," and at the same time, she let go of Micah's arm that she had been holding while rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"What's wrong?"

Micah's arm was free, but he was still tense, thinking that he had done something wrong to make Mia uncomfortable.

"Don't mind her. She just woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Noah said as he woke up Athena, who was lying on the edge of the bed.

Athena looked at Micah's predicament, panicked, and rushed over to pry Nathan's arm off, asking frantically, "Mr. Clemens, are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" Micah shuffled his feet and discovered that his legs were numb, stiff as if they were frozen.

But considering Noah was watching, he stiffened his upper lip and walked out as if nothing was wrong, taking steady steps.

"Mr. Clemens..."

As Micah reached the doorway, Noah suddenly called after him.

"Yeah?" Micah turned to look back at him.

"Thank you!" Noah said softly, his eyes—once guarded and wary—now friendly and warm.

"You're welcome." Micah lifted the corner of his mouth., "Get some rest!"

Then, he walked out...

As soon as the door closed behind him, he furrowed his brow, took a deep breath, and gently patted his legs. Any slight touch to his legs felt like a painful shock. "Mr. ClemensMicah, are you alright?" Andrew hurried over, supporting him.

"I'm fine," said Micah. "What could be wrong?"

"It's not easy taking care of kids, right?" Andrew teased with a smile, "Especially three of them at once."

"What's so hard?" Micah responded with annoyance, "Three little squirts, they're easy to handle."