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?"

Micah retorted coolly, yet even he didn't

hand, careful not

this bird," Micah instructed, nodding toward Coco before he tiptoed into the

into clean clothes and gently wiped her

Micah, they

formalities, then sat quietly to the side, watching over Sadie. She seemed to be hurt 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 door to

pillow, tenderly pecking at Sadie's hair and softly calling, "Mommy,

disturb her!" Micah

and curling beside

owner. He remembered the last time Sadie was attacked, Coco had fearlessly dashed to her rescue, injuring its wing in the process, an injury

the nursing staff, "Bring some

"Yes, sir."

quickly returned with the parrot's

The bird hesitated, then flew over and started to eat from his palm, genuinely hungry. Sadie had only fed it a little that evening before returning

to disturb her, only realizing something was wrong

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

it," Micah acknowledged with