Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1157 Three Children

"I can play!" Emma pouted, her little face all serious. "I play really well, Auntie."

Sadie chuckled nervously, not sure what to say. "Uh..."

"She means she doesn't want you causing trouble right now," came a voice from the desk. The girl didn't even look up from her scribbling. "My name's Donna James. Hi, Auntie!"

"Hello!" Sadie replied, a bit amused. These three kids looked alike, but their personalities were totally different.

She couldn't help but marvel at how much they resembled Mia when she was younger-innocent eyes full of wonder, that same sweetness in their expressions. But these girls had naturally curly, thick hair and a mixed-race look, giving them an ethereal, doll-like appearance that was captivating.

"Where's their mom?" Sadie asked Terry quietly.

"It's a long story," Terry seemed reluctant to explain. He changed the subject. "Let's not get into it now. The private jet's ready. Mr. James wants me to take you to the airport at one o'clock sharp. Please take care of these three kids." "What's going on?" Sadie was confused. She raised an eyebrow. "It's already twelve, and we have to leave at one?"

"Yep," Terry nodded and urged. "You should get someone to pack quickly. Mr. James will be back to give you a few instructions, and then we'll head out."

"When will Tristan be back?" Sadie asked, frowning.

"Should be soon," Terry looked at his watch. "Ten minutes tops."

Sadie had no choice but to ask Annika to get someone to pack their luggage and prepare the documents. She also asked them to inform Noah and Mia that they'd be leaving for the airport at one. Annika immediately went to prepare.

While waiting, Sadie sat on the sofa and chatted with the three kids.

Mary was super clingy, snuggling into Sadie's arms and talking non-stop.

Emma was still messing around with her piano while Donna kept scribbling on a document.

Just then, Tristan hurriedly returned, pushing open the study door. Seeing the three kids, his usually calm expression became complicated, and his brows furrowed tightly.

"Daddy!" The three kids saw Tristan and immediately ran toward him.

Mary, holding an open yogurt, fell to the ground after a few steps, spilling yogurt all over her face. She even stuck out her little tongue to lick the yogurt.

Emma, who was playing with the piano, ran over and jumped into Tristan's arms, hitting his handsome face with her sheet music.

Donna, at the desk, ran over with a pen and a document full of scribbles, ready to hug Tristan with her ink-stained hands.

Tristan quickly snatched the document from her hand and frowned, scolding, "Who told you to scribble on this?"

Donna had ruined a multi-billion-dollar project document.

"Daddy, you're being harsh on me." Donna pouted and started crying loudly.

As if on cue, Mary and Emma joined in, their cries echoing through the study.

Tristan raised his hand to his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

"Little princesses, don't cry, please don't cry." Terry coaxed, his voice panicked as he tried to calm them down, clearly out of his depth.

Sadie quickly stepped in, her maternal instincts kicking into high gear. "Sweethearts, don't cry, don't cry. I'm here," she said soothingly, immediately taking charge of the situation.

First, she picked up Mary from the floor, wiped the yogurt off her face with a wet wipe, then took the sheet music from Emma's hand, and finally, took the pen from Donna, wiping the ink off her hands.

She then gathered the three kids in her arms and gave them a reassuring smile. "Sweethearts, my home is a beautiful big castle, and I have a son named Noah and a daughter named Mia, your older cousins, will be there. You can play with them. Do you want to come to my house as guests?"

"Yes!" The three girls answered in unison, their tears forgotten, replaced by wide-eyed excitement.