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

After giving her piece of advice, Victoria patted Sadie on the shoulder. "Just something to consider," she said.

Sadie hung her head, silent.

Why did people still throw their weight around as if everyone in society wasn't supposed to be equal? Micah did it. Amelia did it, too. 'Birds of a feather,' she mused. 'No wonder they were friends.'

"Are you okay?" Andrew asked softly.

Sadie glared at him, grabbed her first-aid kit, and stormed off without a word.

Andrew stood there, looking confused and dejected. How had he managed to earn her ire?

...

At noon, Sadie was so upset she had no appetite. Victoria handed her a sandwich and suggested she stick to light duties for the afternoon. Micah left the office in the afternoon, glancing at Sadie at the front desk but saying nothing before stepping onto the elevator.

Bent over her paperwork, Sadie vowed inwardly to have nothing more to do with that jerk.

...

When she got home that evening, she had already lifted her spirits.

"I'm home!" she called out with a smile.

"Mommy"

Her three kids rushed over and threw themselves into her arms, demanding kisses and cuddles.

Spotting the firm bandage on her hand, Noah immediately asked, "Mommy, what happened to your hand?"

"Just a little accident at work," Sadie replied with a grin. "It's nothing to worry about."

"Mommy, why do you always get hurt? Is your job dangerous?" Nathan asked anxiously.

"Yeah. If it's dangerous, you should quit and find a safer job," Mia said, holding Sadie's hand with concern. "Mia doesn't want Mommy to get hurt!" "Neither does Noah..."

"Nathan, too!"

"Coco as well!"

Coco echoed, copying the others.

"It's not dangerous. It's just me being clumsy." Sadie laughed it off. "Don't worry. I'll be more careful from now on..."

"Say-Say, you're hurt? Let me see," Brenda called out, rushing from the kitchen upon hearing the commotion.

"It's really nothing." Sadie quickly changed the subject. "Brenda, is dinner ready? I'm starving."

"Yes, it's ready, but..."

"Did you make my favorite beef stew today?"

"Yes. Alright, go wash up. I'll have dinner on the table in a jiffy."

...

The family gathered daily, enjoying lively meals and chatting about the trivial things in life.

For Sadie, the contentment she felt was a kind of bliss she treasured deeply. Her current life was something she held dear and didn't want disrupted by anyone.

Had Micah been an average Joe, the father and his children might have had a shot at a joyous reunion. Unfortunately, he wasn't.

The other night, wrapped in each other's embrace, she had come close to wavering and telling him the truth for the chance of a family reunion.

Yet, even after all that Linda had said, Sadie never doubted him.

But today, Amelia's sudden appearance extinguished whatever thoughts of kinship Sadie had entertained.

Lying in bed alone at night, she gazed at her injured hand and reflected on the day's events, her emotions a complex blend that left an uncomfortable taste in her soul.

Previously, she had been concerned with Micah's volatile moods and nature and potential involvement in her father's death. These were reasons enough to deem him unsuitable for fatherhood.

But now, Sadie faced another barrier, realizing there was a chasm between her and Micah that seemed insurmountable.

It wasn't just about their temperaments or the man-made obstacles that lay between them, but societal status and family backgrounds.

She was just a regular employee, struggling to make ends meet, while he was a man of high stature.

They were not cut from the same cloth.