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

Chapter 310 Touched by Noah

Noah paced anxiously outside the ER, his small frame showing signs of fatigue.

"Hungry?" Micah's grandfather offered him a burger and a juice box. "I've got a nutritious vegetarian meal on the way, but it might take a while. Have these to tide you over." "No, thank you," Noah replied.

His stomach growled loudly at the sight of the burger, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Of course he was hungry. Usually, he'd have a snack when he got home at 3:30 p.m., followed by dinner at 6:00 p.m. But today had been different-no afternoon snack, no dinner, not even a sip of water. Now, feeling utterly drained, his pale face and chapped lips only seemed to brighten when he instinctively licked them for moisture.

"Eat up," Micah's grandfather said, splitting the burger in half and handing one piece to the boy. "I can't finish this whole burger by myself. Consider it a favor to an old man. Your teachers must have taught you about the joy of helping others!"

"Sure," Noah accepted the burger half-heartedly, saying with mock arrogance, "Elderly folks like you should eat less of this stuff. It's hard to digest."

"You got it." Micah's grandfather chuckled. "Dig in."

go ahead. I gotta go

gaze lingered on the burger, swallowing with evident desire, yet not taking a bite. He carefully held onto it as he walked towards the elevator. Moved by

requested a disposable cup. After obtaining it, he filled it with warm water.

but Mia didn't

to the nurse, softly requesting, "Nurse, when my

by the boy's

this for your sister?" the nurse asked, taking the items with curiosity. "Such a caring little guy, and you're only what? Three years old? Taking care of your sister like that, you're

siblings," Noah said proudly, puffing up his chest. "Nurse, how's my sister doing?

The nurse knelt down, speaking tenderly, "Don't worry, your sister will be fine. She's just

tonsillitis, you should eat bland foods, drink lots of water, and have vegetable soup..." Noah glanced at Mia, feeling guilty. "but I can't reach my mom or Brenda right now, and I've got no money to

care of your

storybook out of his backpack and handed it to her. "Keep this as collateral, and