Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 308 Mommy, Don't Cry

"Presumptuous!" barked an assistant by the side.

For the first time ever, Micah's grandfather, a man used to calling the shots, was taken aback by confrontation.

Oh wait, that wasn't entirely true. Micah had stood up to him like this once when he was a boy...

To be precise, this was the first time someone other than his grandson had dared to challenge him.

And it was by a three-year-old child!

Micah's grandfather frowned and shot a glance at the assistant, who instantly withdrew to the side, silencing any further objections.

"Am I wrong?" Noah asked with dignified defiance. "Don't think because you drive fancy cars that you're superior or above anyone else. My mommy says all people are created equal, and those who don't show respect to others won't receive it in return."

"You're absolutely right," Micah's grandfather replied, not angered in the least but instead smiling broadly. "Such logic and clarity from a three-year-old-it's impressive!!!"

"Humph!" Noah fumed, hands on hips, like a little lion ready to roar.

"There's no need to worry," Micah's grandfather said with a reassuring smile. "I've spoken to the doctor, and your brother's going to be just fine. I'll take care of everything. Just give me your dad's number, and I'll get someone to call him to discuss compensation."

"I can handle this myself," Noah retorted, his tone serious and steely. "I've done my homework on the law, especially on the everyday stuff, so don't think you can pull one over on me!"

Noah's thoughts were on protecting his clueless mother. If she got involved, could she stand up to this sly old man?

Better he deal with it himself.

"Ha! Interesting." Micah's grandfather laughed. "So, what do you propose I do by way of compensation?"

"First, I need to know my brother is safe." Noah glared at him. "Only if he's out of danger will we even talk about compensation. If anything happens to him, I will take legal action..." "Clear thinking!" Micah's grandfather nodded in approval.

"I'm really not in the mood for small talk. Please, just keep it down and don't bother me!"

And with that, Noah turned away, dismissing Micah's grandfather.

Micah's grandfather watched admiringly, thinking how much he'd like a great-grandchild as bright as Noah one day.

Seizing a moment to slip away to the restroom, Noah quietly borrowed a nurse's phone to call Sadie.

But Sadie's phone was off.

He tried calling Brenda-off as well.

Anxiety welled up inside him, but all he could do was wait.

Meanwhile, Sadie was at the police station filing a report. The police had already taken down her case and told her to go home and wait for news.

She couldn't sit still and insisted on joining the search, but the police officer objected, "We understand you're anxious, but with your injuries, you'd only be in the way. We have all the information we need and will do everything to find your kids. Go home and keep your phone on. We'll call you with any updates."

It was then Sadie remembered her phone was dead. Not wanting to hinder their work, she took a cab home.

Upon entering, she instinctively called out, "Noah, Nathan, Mia..."

The silence was only broken by Coco's soft reply: "Mommy!"

Sadie's eyes instantly welled up with tears...

The kids still hadn't returned; it had been five hours, and there was still no word.

Sadie was on the brink of falling apart...

Dragging her injured body into the room, she plugged her phone into the charger, and then went to fill Coco's bowl with food and water.

Coco seemed to sense her sorrow, rubbing its little head against her cheek as if to say, "Mommy, don't cry, don't cry."