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

Chapter 341 Mummy’s Back

Sadie worryingly entered the bedroom to see Mia, only to find out that she was sleeping soundly on her pink bed, with her beloved alpaca doll in her arms. On the nightstand, an unfinished bottle of milk and a family photo with six smiling faces emerged into her sight.

"Before Mia fell asleep, she kept asking if Mommy was coming back," Miss Bell whispered. "She cried so hard and clutched that family photo so tightly that it took ages to soothe her to sleep." "Thank you," Sadie said, her voice quivering as tears streamed down her face. She tiptoed over, kissed Mia's forehead, and whispered, "Mia, Mommy's back, and I'll never lose you again." Mr. Brooks and Miss Bell watched on, their eyes wet.

Sadie hugged Mia, tucked her in the little blanket, removed the milk bottle and the photo frame, and then quickly headed to the next room, gently pushing the door open.

Turning on the wall light, she saw Noah and Nathan sleeping deeply on their beds too.

Nathan, with his plastic gun still in his arms, was drooling on the pillow, his casted right leg carefully placed. His other leg was propped against the wall. His little body was sprawled in every direction, just like his lively personality, and the blanket had fallen to the floor.

mouth. "I had just set his leg right and tucked him in, but look at him now-it's only

as usual," Sadie said as she leaned in for a closer look, then quickly asked with concern. "What happened

a bit," Mr. Brooks whispered. "Why don't you stay with the kids for a while? We'll be right outside

his leg, and straightened out his sleeping posture. She gently removed the plastic gun

girl!" Nathan mumbled as

when you should be thinking of Mommy-such a little bad boy!" Sadie wiped the drool from Nathan's mouth with a tissue, lovingly pinched his adorable cheeks, and

was much more reserved, with his small brows furrowed in worry. In his arms, he clutched a family portrait, and beside him

But then, she thought, if she were a stronger mother, if she could provide them with enough security, would Noah still worry

furrowed brow, and kissed his eyelids. As she pulled back, she realized Noah's eyes

Noah stared at her blankly, taking a moment to come back to reality before vigorously rubbing his eyes. "I'm not