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

Chapter 38 The Children's Genes

Seeing him like this, Sadie felt even more upset. She wanted to know why he married Leah right after they broke up.

From her understanding of Ronan, he wasn't the impulsive type. There must be some hidden truth.

Perhaps Leah had already set everything up.

Unfortunately, everything was set in stone now. Leah was already Mrs. Potter, and they had both had children. What would be the purpose in pursuing further questions?

Thinking of that, Sadie changed the subject. "There's no need for your wife to apologize at the school. I don't want any more conflicts. Also, if possible, transfer your son to a different school so that we don't have to cross paths." "I'll try to arrange that." Ronan nodded. "Do you have any other requests?"

"How could I make demands of you?" Sadie sneered. "Nowadays, I'm just a poor woman, and you are the esteemed Mr. Potter-"

"Don't call me that!" Ronan coldly interrupted her. "It's too formal. We have already-"

"There's no connection between us anymore. We should keep our distance from now on," Sadie coldly cut him off.

me? I know my family was in the wrong back then, but I have been trying my best to make amends. Why couldn't you give me some time? Why did you do something so absurd?" Ronan asked all these questions as

is eyes gradually turned

regret. "I made a mistake, so let's not bring it up again.

turned and started to

hand and handed her a check. "Go start a small business. Stop working

"$3,000,000, not

"Sadie..."

check into his suit pocket. "We were both at fault in the past, so no one should hold grudges. Let's just go our separate ways from here. Should we run into each other, we'll pretend we don't

you at the VIC Group earlier today?" Ronan furrowed

I'm not blaming you, nor do I have the right to." Sadie smiled bitterly. "I understand now. Our

"I don't need it!"

three children?" "Whatever I earn is the value of my labor," Sadie retorted angrily. "Even if one day I become so poor that I have nothing to eat, I'd rather beg or become a prostitute than ask you for help!"

don't appreciate your concern. Take

shook off

her departing figure, his eyes filled with

reached the door, she suddenly remembered something and turned back to him. "By the way, if possible, please help me keep the children a secret. I don't want outsiders to know about their