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

Chapter 1339 Looking for Tristan

Even adults couldn't see through it, but Noah caught on right away. He held it in, played along with Micah, and covered for him, not wanting anyone to notice Micah's vulnerability. He waited until now, when everyone had left, to finally ask the question burning in his heart.

Micah thought, "Poor Noah, how much has he been holding in?"

Micah felt heartbroken but tried to act casual, patting Noah's little head and smiling. "Silly boy. Look, isn't Daddy just fine? I can see your handsome little face, and I can see you're wearing a light blue shirt and a dark blue knit vest, looking so dashing. How could my eyes have a problem?"

"Really, no problem?" Noah asked, waving his little hand in front of Micah.

Micah grabbed his hand, pulled him into a hug, and, holding back his sorrow, gently coaxed, "I'm really fine. Noah, you're only six years old. You should be living happily and carefree like Nathan, Mia, and those three little girls. You don't need to worry about grown-up stuff."

up. "But I can't control my brain. Sometimes, I think being too smart isn't a good thing. I seem to

too well. When he was little, he often felt the same way. Clearly, he was just a child, yet he saw through everything between adults. He wanted to protect his loved ones but couldn't. It would be better to understand nothing and grow up foolishly. Unfortunately, he couldn't control his brain. This

have to be afraid of anything or worry about anything. You just need to grow up happily, okay?" Noah

looking deeply at

tech products from VIC

but suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by Andrew's voice. "Mr.

room. I'll be down shortly to have breakfast with him," Micah

Andrew said and went downstairs

go back to my room." With

also somewhat relieved. No matter what, at least someone could take over his responsibilities. Even if he really died one day, he believed that Noah

grew up, someone had to take