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

Chapter 311 The Older You Get, The Less You Like It

Tears streamed down Mr. Clemens' face as he stood there watching. "Growing old," he murmured, "makes for a lower threshold for tears."

That night, he was utterly moved by the young boy's words.

"Is Nathan your brother?" asked the nurse.

"Yeah, he was in a car accident; they're treating him now." Noah's eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion. "It's my fault. I should have held onto him tighter. Then he wouldn't have chased after that cat. He wouldn't have gotten hit." "Don't worry, he'll be okay," the nurse assured, tears slipping down her cheeks as she quickly wiped them away. "Are you hungry? Let me get you something to eat."

"No, that's okay," Noah hastily declined. "My mom taught me not to bother people unnecessarily. I had to ask for your help for my sister because I had no choice but to be fine. I can't trouble you more." "But..."

"I need to see my brother now," Noah interrupted the nurse. "Please take good care of my sister. Thank you!"

worry, I'll take good care of her; you have my word,"

said before turning

hid behind a nearby cabinet, peeking

gulped it down, and belched before he

for you everywhere! I thought something had happened to you. It scared me half

asked,

The doctors say there's no threat to his life," Silas reported.

Spare no expense. I want this child to recover

knows it's your order. They take

him. "And the little girl also needs the best care not just medically. Ensure all her needs are met, arrange the best professional care,

the orders, then turned to assist Mr. Clemens. "It's late,

to make his way upstairs. At ninety-six, he marveled; a child had touched his heart. He was just three years old, and yet he was already understanding enough to save his hamburger for his little brother and