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

Chapter 615 The Child's Intentions 2

Noah pushed Mr. Clemens senior to the restroom and turned on the faucet. He used his tiny hands to dispense hand soap and then helped Mr. Clemens senior wash his hands.

Mr. Clemens senior was deeply moved as he watched Noah's tender hands clean his aged ones. It felt like a form of inheritance, and he couldn't help but feel a bit teary. "Great-grandpa..." Noah suddenly asked casually, "Do you still remember your mother?"

Mr. Clemens senior was taken aback for a moment before recalling his mother. He sighed. "Yes, I remember. She was a great mother. Despite coming from a rural background and having no special talents, she led a simple and hardworking life."

"You're right." Noah finished washing Mr. Clemens senior's hands and used a paper towel to wipe away the water carefully. "Great-grandpa, you're so kind and talented. Your mother must have been great, just like my mother!"

Upon hearing that, Mr. Clemens senior's heart skipped a beat. He realized that a three-and-a-half-year-old child had unwittingly led him to his topic.

"My mother is not very smart and not very capable."

senior's hands as he chuckled and said, "She often gets confused and forgets

in the food or detergent in the laundry; she always looks dumb and clumsy. Nathan and Mia choke back tears when they eat chocolate

care of us. When we were in danger, she would rush to protect us

if we were the ones being bullied, she transformed from a silly little lamb into a fierce lioness, ready to confront and defend

Even though we are a bit poor and face hardships, and sometimes get bullied by rich kids, it doesn't matter. As long as we are together as a family, we are not afraid of anything." Noah gazed up at Mr. Clemens senior, tears swelling in his eyes. "Wherever our mother goes, we'll follow," he said. "Even if we're not officially part of the Clemens family, even if we don't have fancy cars to fetch us from school, even if we don't reside in

things?" Mr. Clemens senior became anxious. "You're still

bad. She even made Mia cry. We don't like her. Of course, even if she were gentle and kind, we still wouldn't like her. We still

Clemens senior became frantic. He, who usually made decisions without

"Great-grandpa-"

Nathan, and Mia, it's time for dinner!" Brenda called from outside, her footsteps

didn't say anything more but quietly guided Mr.