Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 615 The Child's Intentions 2

Noah pushed Mr. Clemens senior to the restroom and turned on the faucet. He used his tiny hands to dispense hand soap and then helped Mr. Clemens senior wash his hands.

Mr. Clemens senior was deeply moved as he watched Noah's tender hands clean his aged ones. It felt like a form of inheritance, and he couldn't help but feel a bit teary. "Great-grandpa..." Noah suddenly asked casually, "Do you still remember your mother?"

Mr. Clemens senior was taken aback for a moment before recalling his mother. He sighed. "Yes, I remember. She was a great mother. Despite coming from a rural background and having no special talents, she led a simple and hardworking life."

"You're right." Noah finished washing Mr. Clemens senior's hands and used a paper towel to wipe away the water carefully. "Great-grandpa, you're so kind and talented. Your mother must have been great, just like my mother!"

Upon hearing that, Mr. Clemens senior's heart skipped a beat. He realized that a three-and-a-half-year-old child had unwittingly led him to his topic.

"My mother is not very smart and not very capable."

Noah wiped Mr. Clemens senior's hands as he chuckled and said, "She often gets confused and forgets things. She can't even understand my research.

"Sometimes, she fails to put salt in the food or detergent in the laundry; she always looks dumb and clumsy. Nathan and Mia choke back tears when they eat chocolate toast made by her, and I also suffer in silence.

"But this clumsy mother risked her life to give birth to us and did her best to raise and take care of us. When we were in danger, she would rush to protect us without hesitation. She worked multiple jobs to earn money so we could attend the best kindergarten, yet she couldn't bring herself to buy a new piece of clothing.

"When confronted with bullying and hurt from the outside world, she concealed it from us. But if we were the ones being bullied, she transformed from a silly little lamb into a fierce lioness, ready to confront and defend our dignity and safety."

"My mother is very good, and we are happy together. Even though we are a bit poor and face hardships, and sometimes get bullied by rich kids, it doesn't matter. As long as we are together as a family, we are not afraid of anything." Noah gazed up at Mr. Clemens senior, tears swelling in his eyes. "Wherever our mother goes, we'll follow," he said. "Even if we're not officially part of the Clemens family, even if we don't have fancy cars to fetch us from school, even if we don't reside in a grand mansion, and even without a Daddy. We just want to be with Mommy!"

"Silly child, who taught you to say these things?" Mr. Clemens senior became anxious. "You're still young, and you don't understand adult matters."

"No one taught me, but I understand everything," Noah said seriously. "I know you don't agree with Daddy marrying Mommy, and I know you found him a fiancee. I've met her; she's very mean and bad. She even made Mia cry. We don't like her. Of course, even if she were gentle and kind, we still wouldn't like her. We still prefer our mother. Anyway, if our mother leaves, we will leave, too."

"Child, don't speak nonsense. Nobody wants you to leave. You are Clemens descendants. You can't leave." Mr. Clemens senior became frantic. He, who usually made decisions without hesitation, was now in a state of panic. "Adult matters have nothing to do with you. Stop imagining things, understand?"

"Great-grandpa-"

"Noah, Nathan, and Mia, it's time for dinner!" Brenda called from outside, her footsteps approaching.

Noah didn't say anything more but quietly guided Mr. Clemens senior out of the restroom.

At that moment, Micah and Sadie changed their clothes and called out, "Noah, Nathan, and Mia, hurry up and wash your hands!"

"Okay."

While the children left, Mr. Clemens senior coldly glared at Micah and angrily left in his wheelchair.