Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 362 Call Him Big Bro

Micah was taken aback and looked up at her. "What did you just call me?"

"Big Guy!" Mia's face was full of innocence as she stuffed the cotton candy into Micah's mouth and patted her plump hands with a smile. "Eat the cotton candy, and we'll call it even, okay?" Micah sat frozen with the cotton candy stuffed in his mouth, flames burning in his eyes.

Andrew cursed under his breath. Micah had his patience tested time and again by this little rascal today. His inner rage was boiling, yet he couldn't vent it. His subordinates would have to bear the brunt of it. "Ahem!" Silas cleared his throat and warned in a low voice, "Mia, that's not an appropriate title. You can't call him that."

"Why not?" Mia looked over, her confusion apparent.

"Hahaha, kids will be kids. No harm done!" Grandpa Clemens roared with laughter. In his heart, his three precious grandchildren could do no wrong.

"Mia, you can't call him that." Noah gently cautioned her. "We need to be polite!"

"Okay." Mia pouted, looking aggrieved. "So, what should we call him?"

"Call him Big Bro!" Nathan blurted out unexpectedly.

"Whoa!" Grandpa Clemens was so surprised by his comment that he nearly choked on his coffee. He knew his little grandson had a penchant for martial arts, but he never realized the boy had such a streetwise edge, reminiscent of his own younger days.

"Right, according to seniority, Big Bro is proper," Noah agreed. "We're Grandpa's grandchildren, and so is he. Since he's the oldest, we should call him Big Bro."

Micah was at his wit's end, a dark cloud of frustration brewing over him.

What bad luck had he brought upon himself to end up here today?

These creatures were untouchable, immune to scolding or stern looks...

Or else they'd burst into tears and set his nerves on edge.

So, regardless of what they said or did even if they plucked hair from his head or called him "Big guy"-he had to endure it...

But since when did the word "endure" exist in Micah's dictionary?

Was it all for that foolish woman and her children with another man?

A fire seethed in Micah's chest. He couldn't stand staying another second here. He abruptly stood up, ready to leave...

The moment he stood up, he caught sight of a janitor lurking suspiciously near a pillar. When their gazes met, she quickly turned away and scurried off with her mop in a panic. Micah's eyes narrowed dangerously at the retreating figure...

"Micah, calm down. I'll get the car ready." Andrew mistook Micah's intentions for leaving and gestured to the bodyguards.

But then Micah sat back down and artfully placed a napkin on his lap, gearing up to dine. "Not leaving?" Grandpa Clemens asked, surprised at the sudden change in his behavior.

"I won't leave without eating." Micah took a sip of red wine and started cutting his steak.

"Big Bro," Mia corrected herself, abandoning the nickname at her lips. Her voice timid, she continued, "Here, this is for you. Thank you for carrying me!"

She extended her chubby hand, offering Micah a fried chicken wing.

It was her favorite, the last one on her plate, yet she chose to share it with Micah.

Despite his stern and icy appearance that had even brought her to tears, he hadn't mistreated her and had even carried her back to her seat...

Mia, sensible as she was, knew she owed him thanks.

Micah glanced at Mia's greasy little hand, then at the chicken wing and frowned...

This little girl, just like her mother, liked eating with her hands.

"Eat with a fork. Don't use your hands," Micah instructed.

"Oh!" Mia put the chicken wing down and meticulously cleaned her hands with a wet wipe before picking up the wing with a fork and offering it to him again. "It's okay now!"