Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 673 The Day She Returns

Micah had been relentless in his pursuit of anyone harboring ill will towards Sadie, yet his efforts had yielded no leads. Arianna was already behind bars, and Ronan was too engrossed in his own world, grappling with lawsuits and seeking assistance. He hadn't even left his country, let alone journeyed to Chiang Mai with harmful intentions.

Amelia's records showed no signs of her entering or leaving the country in recent months. All evidence pointed to her being preoccupied with projects in Newark. With no other options, Micah was left to continue his investigations through other channels.

Amelia was petrified upon discovering that Micah had been scrutinizing her. She couldn't fathom why the person who had once saved Sadie hadn't killed her then and why they had hidden her location. If not for these factors, Micah would have unearthed her long ago. Regardless, she had finally evaded danger, albeit with a shot to her right hand that left her partially disabled.

Three months slipped by.

Micah was still no closer to uncovering Sadie's whereabouts.

The children were left parentless. Initially, they asked about their mother daily. As time passed, their inquiries turned into tears until they were brutally informed by Mr. Clemens Senior that their mother had succumbed to illness. This news shattered the children. It was as if a bolt from the blue had struck them, reducing them to inconsolable tears.

Nathan's face flushed with emotion as he cried out in disbelief, "Impossible! Mommy was perfectly healthy; how could she die? You're lying, you're lying."

"I don't care; Mommy isn't dead, Mommy isn't dead." Mia sobbed, her small head lifted, gasping for breath, "I want Mommy, I want Mommy."

"There must be a mistake." Noah trembled with agitation, his small fists clenched as he interrogated, "On the day Mommy and Dad got married, you whisked Mommy away, claiming she needed treatment. And when we wanted to visit Mommy, you wouldn't let us. Did you send Mommy away? Where did you send her? Is it because her family background isn't good, and you didn't want her to marry Dad, so you deliberately sent her away? Is it?"

Confronted with the children's wails and questions, Mr. Clemens Senior was deeply unsettled. He had mentally prepared for this moment, but seeing the children in such a state still filled him with guilt. Regardless, he had to compose himself and explain earnestly.

"I had already given my blessing for your parents to tie the knot, I wouldn't judge her based on her past. Your mom was genuinely ill. She had a series of nosebleeds on the wedding day, and we had to rush her to get help. We didn't foresee that we wouldn't be able to save her."

"I don't believe it. It's not true. Mommy won't die; Mommy can't die. You're lying to me, lying to me; I want to replace Mommy..." Noah sobbed and shook his head.

With that, Noah dashed out in a frenzy.

Seeing Noah run, Nathan and Mia followed suit.

"Noah..."

"Mr. Noah!"

The bodyguards and servants hurriedly gave chase.

"Hurry, go after them. Don't let anything happen." Mr. Clemens Senior was fraught with anxiety.

"Yes, Sir." Silas commanded his men and gave chase, but halted as soon as he reached the doorstep.

Micah, who had been absent from home for three months, had returned. He stepped out of the car, dust-covered and weary. His beard had grown, his hair was longer, his skin was tanned, and his eyes were bloodshot. He hadn't had a decent sleep in what felt like an eternity.

The children, initially stunned at the sight of him, rushed over and clung to his legs.

"Daddy, Great-grandpa said Mommy died, but I don't believe it. I don't believe it!"

"Daddy, take us to replace Mommy. We want Mommy!"

"Daddy, Mommy isn't dead, right? Mommy is still okay, right?"

"Yes," Micah bent down and wiped away the children's tears and snot, "Mommy didn't die; she's still alive. She just got lost. Daddy is looking for her everywhere, and one day, Mommy will come back!"

As Micah uttered the last sentence, his voice faltered. He held the three children tightly in his arms, not wanting them to see the tears welling in his eyes.