Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 360 My Poor Dear

Micah was utterly speechless. Who exactly was the apple of Grandpa Clemens' eye?

Without a word, Micah let go of Mia.

"Ah!" Mia screamed, nearly toppling to the floor.

However, her mermaid dress caught on Micah's sleeve, slowing down her fall.

In that moment, Mia clung to Micah's arm tightly, her small legs carefully tucked within the folds of her skirt, terrified of falling. She looked absolutely endearing!

Micah couldn't help but smile from the deepest corner of his heart, amused by her clumsy demeanor, which so resembled Sadie's.

He casually hoisted Mia onto his shoulder, steadying her plump little bottom to keep her from slipping.

Fearing the fall, Mia's chubby hands clung tightly to his hair.

Micah frowned, his expression darkening as he said, "Why are you pulling my hair?"

"I... I'm scared of heights. Please help me!" Mia's voice quivered adorably as she confessed.

"You little scoundrel, what's wrong with pulling your hair a little bit?" Grandpa Clemens snapped when he heard Mia's crying. "You are too tall. You scared my little girl!" Micah's forehead creased with three dark lines, a storm brewing on his face as he glared at Mia.

With her lips pursed like a little duck, tears burst from Mia's eyes as she started sobbing loudly.

At that very moment, Sadie, disguised as a janitor, had just snuck into the restaurant and overheard Mia's cries. She looked up to see what was happening.

Mia was perched on Micah's shoulder, with Micah glaring at her fiercely.

One thought exploded in Sadie's head: this devil was tormenting her little Mia!

A rush of protectiveness surged through Sadie, and she charged with her mop.

"Mia!" Noah, seeing his sister cry, rushed forward and shouted at Micah, "Let go of my sister!"

"Bad guy! Let go of Mia!"

Nathan wheeled over with his little fists raised menacingly at Micah.

"You're scaring her, you little scoundrel!"

Grandpa Clemens was frantic to take Mia into his arms, but his back was throbbing with pain again.

"Grandpa Clemens, don't get mad," Silas said, quickly moving to support him.

"You gotta take it easy at your age. There's no need to be a hero."

Micah, out of respect for Grandpa Clemens, stopped resisting and let Mia clutch his hair. He shot Noah and Nathan a cold look before turning and heading towards the dining table. He came face to face with Sadie, who was rushing towards them. Startled, she quickly scampered off with her mop.

"Hey, let go of my sister!"

Noah was shouting anxiously as he followed them.

"Noah, Mia..." Nathan called out, attempting to catch up in his wheelchair.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm here. He wouldn't dare hurt Mia," Grandpa Clemens hurried to reassure everyone, then turned to Silas and ordered, "What are you waiting for? Help me over there."

"Right away." Silas helped Grandpa Clemens to follow.

A bodyguard pushed Nathan's chair along behind them.

Reaching the long table by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Micah tried to get Mia off, but she clung to his hair out of fear.

The more he pulled, the tighter she grasped, her chubby little body even trembling.

"Will you come down or not?" Micah raised an eyebrow at her.

Mia pouted, her chubby face scrunched up, and her eyes began to well with tears. She was on the brink of crying.

"Don't cry, don't cry, please..." Micah hastily reassured her. "If you want to sit, you can."

Mia managed to hold back her tears but continued to gaze at him with a pout, her eyes filled with unshed tears.

Micah felt sweat forming on his forehead, inwardly puzzled by this being who seemed to cry at the slightest provocation, unable to be scolded, reprimanded, or even spoken to without tears welling up. Was he truly that intimidating?