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?"

kindhearted guy!" Micah retorted coolly, yet even he didn't

giggles behind her hand, careful not to laugh too

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

nurses had changed Sadie into clean

Micah, they

the 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

flew in and landed beside the pillow, tenderly pecking at Sadie's

disturb her!"

falling silent and curling beside Sadie, its wing gently caressing

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 its wing in the process, an injury that had

the nursing

"Yes, sir."

returned with the

flew over and started to eat from his palm,

thought she had fallen asleep and didn't dare to disturb her, only realizing something

wine and pastries, whispering,

acknowledged with a