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!"

good care of her; you have my word," the nurse said, wiping away

said before

a nearby cabinet, peeking out to spy on

water from the cooler three times, gulped it down, and belched before he headed upstairs. Tears filled Mr. Clemens' eyes again. He trembled and slowly ascended the stairs, leaning on his

from behind. "I've been looking for you everywhere! I thought something

Clemens asked, his usual

threat to his life,"

best care and the finest doctors. Spare no expense. I want this child to

knows it's your order. They take it very seriously. The Chief of Medicine and pediatric specialists are

care not just medically. Ensure all her needs are met, arrange the best professional care, and spare no expense on her well-

said, proceeding to relay the orders, then turned to assist Mr. Clemens. "It's late, Mr. Clemens. Shall I take you home

his heart. He was