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."

wiped Mr. Clemens senior's hands as he chuckled and said, "She often gets

to put salt in the food or detergent in the laundry; she always looks dumb and clumsy. Nathan

to give birth to us and did her best to raise and take care of us. When we were in danger, she would rush to protect us without hesitation. She worked multiple jobs to earn money so we could attend the best kindergarten, yet she

world, she concealed it from us. But if we were the ones being bullied, she transformed from a silly little lamb

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,

Clemens senior became

and I know you found him a fiancee. I've met her; she's very mean and bad. She even made Mia cry. We don't like her. Of course, even

leave. You are Clemens descendants. You can't leave." Mr. Clemens senior became frantic. He, who usually made decisions without hesitation, was now

"Great-grandpa-"

dinner!"

anything more but quietly guided Mr. Clemens senior out of the