Micah had spent some time with the kids, and upon Andrew's reminder, prepared to go see his grandfather at the hospital.

Before leaving, Noah came out to see him off and asked earnestly, "Mr. Clemens, is there something you want to say?" "How did you figure that out?"

Micah thought that Noah's IQ and EQ seemed to be well above his peers. Nathan and Mia seemed more like typical three-and-a-half-year-olds, but Noah reminded him of himself when he was young.

Noah guessed, "It seems like your entire demeanor has suddenly shifted as if you've become a different person..."

Micah crouched down and placed his hands on Noah's shoulders. "When Sadie gets back, I've got an announcement to make!"

"What news?" Noah was eager to know.

"Top secret for now," Micah teased.

"Is it good news or bad news?" Noah asked again.

"Of course, it's good news." Micah smiled while ruffling Noah's hair. "After your checkup later, you guys will move into my house, and Sadie and I will come home tonight."

"Stay at your house?" Noah hesitated before quickly adding, "Wouldn't that be inappropriate? We should stay at Grandpa's house."

"You can't call him Grandpa anymore."

Micah wanted to clarify the family relationships. Technically, they should now refer to him as "Great-grandpa", but sharing that would spill the secret too soon.

"Why?" Noah looked unsettled, his small brow furrowing.

"I'll explain tonight." Micah dodged. "Grandpa is unwell and unable to look after you both. Sadie can't make it there either, so I've made arrangements for you to stay with me. Today, you'll be resting at the hospital, and I've arranged for someone to set up your rooms."

"But "

"That's decided." Before Noah could protest, Micah stood up and instructed Dahlia, "Set up the children's rooms. Everything should be of the best quality for their arrival tonight!"

"Understood, I'll get right on it."

Dahlia nodded in acknowledgment.

From then on, these three kids were the heirs of the Clemens family. She had to be even more careful than before.

"You nine!" Micah ordered the row of professional bodyguards standing neatly behind him, "As of today, you're responsible for protecting the young masters and little princess!"

"Yes, Mr. Clemens!" the nine of them responded in unison, their voices booming like thunder.

Noah was slightly startled by the scene before him and wondered, 'What's going on?'

Having Dahlia personally arrange their rooms and leaving half the bodyguards to protect the three of them indicated something significant. Moreover, the public announcement using terms like "young masters" and "little princess" seemed a bit odd.

"I need to go."

Micah glanced back at Noah, contemplating how to initiate communication. Mimicking Sadie's customary gesture, he extended a fist for a bump, a silent but familiar greeting between men.

Noah hesitated for a moment before mirroring the gesture with his small fist, bumping Micah's lightly. Then, Noah and Micah faced each other and laughed.

"Noah, wait for me to come back!" Micah called out his name, devoid of the affection Sadie would offer or the tenderness others might display, yet imbued with a unique sense of closeness and trust. "Yup!" Noah nodded enthusiastically, his small body standing tall and straight.

Micah gave his head a gentle tousle, glanced toward the doorway where a sweet-faced Nathan and Mia hid, waved at them, and then turned to leave.

"Noah..." Nathan rolled out in his wheelchair, asking excitedly, "What's going on? How did you suddenly get so close to Mr. Clemens?"

"Noah, did you become friends with him?" Mia whispered covertly.

"Friends, friends?" Coco also seemed very curious.

"I realized we misunderstood him," Noah said, looking at Micah's retreating figure, his voice filled with excitement. "I now think he's a really nice guy!"

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