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."

I gotta go check on

a bite. He carefully held onto it as he walked towards the elevator.

downstairs, Noah first approached a nurse and requested a disposable cup. After obtaining it, he filled it with warm water. Carrying the cup and the burger, he entered the room to find Mia asleep in her bed, accompanied by a nurse

name gently, but

Noah gave the warm water and the burger to the nurse, softly requesting, "Nurse, when my sister

touched by the boy's kind gesture to bring the

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

big brother. It's my job to look after my siblings," Noah said proudly, puffing up his chest. "Nurse, how's my sister doing? Is it

at all!" The nurse knelt down, speaking tenderly, "Don't worry, your sister will be fine. She's just got a case of tonsillitis. After her medication, some rest, and plenty

at Mia, feeling guilty. "but I can't reach my mom or Brenda right now, and I've

"Don't worry, little man, I'll take good care of your sister. I can order some soup for delivery,

said, bowing gratefully to the nurse. Then he pulled a storybook out of his backpack and handed it to her. "Keep this as collateral, and when my mom