Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!

The three children went to visit Grandpa Clemens next door.

Sadie pressed her ear against the door, listening to the chatter outside as the three children and Grandpa Clemens talked nonstop. She heard Grandpa calling them "my little ones," with bursts of hearty laughter filling the air from time to time. The warm and cheerful atmosphere enveloped Sadie too, her furrowed brow relaxing and a slight smile emerging on her lips.

If possible, she would definitely wish the children had more family members to care for them.

However, the mere thought of Micah with his violent temper sent chills down her spine.

Despite the hidden truths behind the car accident, Micah had inflicted deep psychological wounds upon her.

The three days in extreme panic without the company of her children had taught Sadie a hard lesson.

That sense of despair had nearly crushed her.

She cannot bear even the possibility of losing them again.

She did not harbor the slightest expectation of Micah's humanity!

"Sadie, the kids are out, so we'll head over there now. Call us if you need anything, alright?" A paramedic's voice interrupted Sadie's thoughts.

Called back to reality, Sadie nodded, "Thanks for your hard work."

"You're welcome." The paramedic left.

Alone in the luxury house, she watched the empty room around her. Her thoughts drifted to Brenda and the children, and a wave of loneliness overwhelmed her.

She knew the kids were just out for a meal and would be back soon, but anxiety still seized her.

What if Grandpa Clemens uncovered their true identity?

What if it was all a plot to deceive the children and whisk them away?

Would she be able to see her children again?

The more Sadie dwelled on those thoughts, the more terror gripped her. Restlessness prevailed, and she rushed back to the room. Hastily, she finished changing, with sunglasses, the mask, and the cap all donned, before dashing out the door.

However, Sadie realized she had no idea which restaurant they had gone to.

Pausing in the distance, she racked her brain until she was finally able to recall a comment from Mia: "Grandpa is treating us to a meal at the Castle Restaurant."

The Castle Restaurant!

With the crucial information in hand, Sadie hastily hailed a taxi and headed to the restaurant.

By the time she arrived, Grandpa Clemens had already brought the children in.

The Castle Restaurant specializes in entertaining children aged one to twelve years old, offering not only nutritious kid-friendly delicious food, but also an expansive indoor playground and a library. Entry is permitted only for adults accompanied by children, and everyone is expected to be dressed in their finest attire.

Little Mia was draped in a pink ballgown, her naturally wavy hair cascading down her back, crowned with a tiara. She attracted numerous admiring gazes as she entered.

"Oh my, what a stunning and adorable little angel! She looks just like a Barbie doll!" exclaimed a bystander.

"Yes, she's absolutely stunning! Oh, and look at those dashing young boys beside her!"

The presence of Noah and Nathan was pretty noticeable too. Despite Nathan being in a wheelchair, his kid-sized smart suit made him look as regal as a little prince from a fairy tale.

Noah, exuding a slightly colder and more serious demeanor, bore a striking resemblance to a miniature version of the formidable Mr. Clemens.

The three siblings attracted all the onlookers, prompting many to snap photos and record videos.

Just as a frown began to crease Noah's brow, which apparently showed his intent to say something under such condition, the Clemens family's bodyguards stepped forward.

Grandpa Clemens leaned in and whispered, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? I can arrange to have the whole place reserved for us."

"No need," Noah replied, shaking his head. "Many kids are having fun now. If we reserve the place for ourselves, they would have to leave."

Grandpa Clemens smiled warmly at Noah's kindness, gently patting his head. "Such a thoughtful child! Very well, we won't reserve it then. Let's proceed to our meal."

"Hmm," Noah agreed, reaching for Mia's hand to lead her inside, when suddenly, an arrogant voice cut through the air. "I'll pay double the price; clear this place out now! I want my grandson to have it all to himself!"