Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 305 Trouble with the Children

Every afternoon, Brenda would be at the entrance, waiting to pick up the kids.

But today, as the children disembarked from the bus, Brenda was nowhere to be seen.

"Noah, Nathan, Mia, aren't your folks here?" Jonathan from the Sunflower class asked with concern, "Should I call your parents?"

"It's okay," Noah responded with a maturity beyond his years. "Brenda has been a few minutes late sometimes lately. We can wait for her here."

"Alright then, but stay put and don't wander off," Jonathan instructed. "Noah, you're the eldest. Look after your brother and sister, got it?"

"Got it, Jonathan. Don't worry," Noah puffed out his small chest with determination. "I'll take good care of them."

Reassured, Jonathan didn't ponder further and allowed the school bus to drive away.

Lately, it was not unusual for Brenda to arrive a few minutes late. In the past, the bus had waited for her to come, but repeated delays led to complaints from other parents, making Jonathan reluctant to keep the bus waiting any longer. Convinced that Brenda would soon arrive and knowing that they were close to home, Jonathan didn't feel as concerned.

"Brenda walks slowly She might still be on her way," Nathan said, kicking a pebble on the roadside. "Noah, let's play a game."

"No games," Noah said, looking towards home with a responsible air. "Brenda has been feeling poorly these days; she struggles to breathe when walking and always arrives soaked in sweat. Let's head towards home so Brenda won't have to walk as far."

"Noah's right," Mia chipped in, lifting her pudgy hand in agreement. "We're big kids from kindergarten now; we can't just think about playing. We need to help alleviate some of the pressure on Brenda and Mommy."

"Okay, my bad." Nathan hung his head in guilt. Eager to make up for it, he added, "I remember the way home, I'll get us back."

"I remember, too. Let's head out."

The triplets, strolled down the homeward path hand in hand, singing nursery rhymes as they went.

Passersby couldn't help but gaze at them, each one uttering compliments about how cute and adorable the three were. They wondered whose little treasures they were.

For the first few minutes, they focused on the path ahead, but it wasn't long before their attention was captured by the world around them.

Nathan spent the walk kicking pebbles along the way.

Noah peered at the cars parked along the curb, hoping to spot his mom's car returning from work.

And then there was Mia, drawn to a ragdoll cat on the sidewalk, pointing with her chubby finger. "Look at that pretty cat! Do you think she lost her owner and can't find her way back home?" "Mhmm." Noah nodded thoughtfully, analyzing, "Such a pretty and clean cat can't be a stray."

"Her owner must be so worried," Nathan said, looking at the cat, imagining, "They might be searching for her right now."

"We should take her to the police station," Mia suggested earnestly. "That way, she can get back home."

"I'm all for it!" Nathan immediately raised his hand in agreement. "But..."

"Oh no! It ran into the woods!" Mia suddenly cried out in distress.

Nathan dashed into the thicket in pursuit of the ragdoll cat.

"Wait for me, Nathan!" Mia hurried after him, her plump little legs not as fast.

"Nathan! Mia, stop!" Noah couldn't catch them and followed. "Don't run off or Brenda won't be able to find us..."

The two didn't listen, still chasing after the cat.

Nathan ran fast, following the cat through woodland and onto another road.

Suddenly, a stretch limousine came speeding along...