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

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.

be on her way," Nathan said, kicking a pebble on the roadside. "Noah, let's play

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

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

guilt. Eager to make up for it, he added,

too.

path hand in hand, singing

each one uttering compliments about how cute and adorable the three

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

kicking pebbles along the

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

with her chubby finger. "Look at that pretty cat! Do you think she

must be so worried," Nathan said, looking at the cat, imagining, "They might be searching for her

to the police station," Mia suggested earnestly. "That way,

for it!" Nathan immediately

woods!" Mia