Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 486 Warmed Up

"Bad guy, bad guy!" Coco suddenly cried out, then hid behind Noah, peering timidly at Micah from behind him.

The doctors and nurses were also somewhat flustered. Sienna and Camila paused in their work, standing to the side, uneasy.

"Mr. Clemens, is something the matter?" Noah politely inquired.

"Can't call me 'mister'!" Micah blurted out, then hastily tried to explain, "I mean..."

Micah, accustomed to maintaining control, suddenly felt a wave of nerves wash over him. It might have been the first time in his life that he appeared so flustered.

"Huh?" Noah furrowed his brows, puzzled by Micah's demeanor.

"Never mind."

Micah decided he would wait for Sadie to return before discussing matters with the kids. Given his strained relationship with the children and prior misunderstandings, he worried that such a sudden revelation might unsettle them. "That scared me," Nathan said, patting his little chest. "I thought you wanted me to compensate you."

"Compensate?" Micah raised an eyebrow.

"Noah told me I slept hugging your leg last night, and... I might have farted on you," Nathan admitted sheepishly. "So, I thought..."

Mia clutched her bottle tightly and asked meekly, "Noah said I drooled all over you and even made your arms swell up, is that true?"

"Yeah." Micah lifted the corners of his lips in a half-smile. "It's all good, as long as you're having fun."

At that moment, he found everything the kids did adorable...

"Sorry, I'll share my toys with you." Nathan offered his toy to Micah with a look of utter sincerity. "I won't eat junk anymore so my farts won't stink."

Micah laughed out loud but wasn't quite sure how to respond to Nathan's declaration.

It was his first day being a father, and he was clueless about how to interact with the children.

"Well..." Mia hesitated, her gaze lingering on the bottle she held tightly. With a hint of reluctance, she finally mustered the resolve to hand it over. "I'll share my "All your milk? What will you drink?"

Micah was amused and found it endearing, looking at her with unprecedented tenderness.

"I, I..." Mia blinked her eyes pitifully and said, "I'll drink juice."

Then, with a heavy heart, she extended the bottle a little more toward him...

Micah, admiring Mia's sweet gesture as if it were a precious jewel, said, "Thanks for sharing something so important with me, but I don't need your milk." "Really?" Mia quickly retracted the bottle, hugging it close as if afraid he'd snatch it away. "You said so, remember! Next time I'll bring you toast." "What's toast?" Micah asked with a hint of mischief.

"Toast is a really delicious type of bread that's soft in texture." Mia illustrated with her chubby hands. "Brenda's toast is yummy, and Mommy's toast... um..." Mia thought it over before finishing, "It's alright."

"It's just that sometimes she mistakes salt for sugar, and it's super salty," Nathan added with a resigned tone. "But, Mommy's spaghetti is delicious." "That's actually Brenda's cooking," Mia quickly clarified. "The truth is, Mommy's chicken soup is the best."

"Yes, yes..."

Mia and Nathan enthusiastically described Sadie's cooking skills.

Micah listened intently, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face.

Observing Micah closely, Noah sensed an odd change but couldn't quite pinpoint it. He felt that this once devilish villain now appeared much friendlier. them as they come. The Clemens family has nothing to fear!"

milk with you then."