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

Chapter 319 Getting Coco Drunk

Outside the hospital, Dahlia witnessed the commotion and couldn't help but snort with laughter.

But upon catching Micah's frosty gaze, she quickly clapped a hand over her mouth and composed herself before briskly approaching him. "Ahem, Micah, Miss Roth just fainted due to weakness and stress. She should come around soon."

"Stress?"

Micah frowned. So just because Brenda fell ill, Sadie had worked herself into a faint?

Brenda meant more to her than he realized.

"Yeah, probably just worn out," Dahlia said thoughtfully. "She's injured herself, Brenda's sick, plus taking care of the three kids, it's got to be tough." "What's the issue with Brenda?" Micah inquired.

"Moderate cerebral infarction. Needs gradual treatment," replied Dahlia.

"Arrange the best possible care. Bring in specialists from abroad if necessary," Micah ordered.

"You wouldn't have to say a word; I would have done it anyway." Dahlia laughed. "Micah, you do love everything associated with her, don't you?"

a kindhearted guy!" Micah retorted coolly, yet even

muffled her giggles behind her hand, careful not

an eye on this bird," Micah instructed, nodding toward Coco before

changed Sadie into clean clothes and gently wiped her

Micah, they quickly greeted

or sick all the time. Was she really that fragile? Or had her string of bad luck begun with meeting him? Just then, a nurse opened the

the opportunity, Coco flew in and landed beside the pillow, tenderly pecking at Sadie's hair and softly

her!" Micah

silent and curling beside Sadie, its wing gently caressing her

by the scene, Micah felt a stir of emotion. This foolish bird genuinely cared for its owner. He remembered the last time Sadie was attacked, Coco had fearlessly dashed to her rescue, injuring

mind, Micah directed the nursing staff, "Bring some

"Yes, sir."

with the parrot's

hand and extended it toward Coco. The bird hesitated, then flew over and started to eat from his palm, genuinely

and didn't dare to disturb her, only realizing something

a tray of chilled wine and pastries, whispering, "It's from Andrew, sent over from

with a