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

Chapter 392 A Resounding Slap

Sadie stood petrified, eyes wide in shock, staring at Micah. Micah's head was tilted, his brow furrowed, not saying a word.

A bright red mark swiftly bloomed on his cheek, the imprint of a hand slowly materializing...

"I never laid a hand on you throughout your childhood," Micah's grandfather said in a terrifyingly low voice, a murderous look still in his eyes. You were smart, obedient, and understanding, never a disappointment. Until now—"

"I am not a puppet!" Micah cut him off sharply. "Nor am I your tool to fix mistakes!"

"What did you say?" Micah's grandfather's voice shook, his gaze stunned.

"Isn't it true?" Micah's mocking sneer cut through the air. "My father was trapped in a love affair and died unexpectedly, so you pinned all your hopes on me. You strictly controlled my relationships, who I dated, whom I married, even who I befriended-all had to have your approval!"

"Micah..."

"What? Was one slap not enough?" Micah lifted his chin defiantly. "Then go ahead, give me a few more. Consider them returned!"

"You-inexcusable beast..." Micah's grandfather trembled with fury, raising his hand for another strike.

Nelson hastily rushed over to intervene, "Please, calm

fault." Amelia hurried over and grasped at Micah's grandfather's sleeve, her voice quivering with tears. "Please don't hit Micah anymore! Don't

eyes briefly and then

right there!" Micah's grandfather

slightest. He just kept walking away without a backward

quickly followed

the

stunned, staring at the direction Micah had left, seemingly unable to snap

her, Micah had stood up against his grandfather

just about getting hit-for him, even a slight lack

front of all these people, Micah's

slapped was one thing, but for a man like him, his

grandfather

not

have been a misunderstanding. Let's just chalk

cast a knowing