Genius Kids' Scheme Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292

Thomas shuffled papers on Adda’s desk, organizing them into neat acks while his boss scrolled through the latest geports.

“Acquisition’s halfway done, Thomas said. “Team’s checking out the nerve tech as we speak. Looks promising so far.”

Adam barely glanced up. “Keep it quiet. Every file crosses your desk rst.”

“Already handled. Nobody sneaks past these days.”

Adam’s phone buzzed. The transformation was instant–the corporate shark suddenly gone, replaced by someone almost human as he checked the screen.

“Snow project’s almost wrapped up,” he typed, “Would like to check on the kids‘ progress sometime soon.

He set the phone down but kept glancing at it every few seconds like it might disappear. Thomas bit back a smile. Billion–dollar deals? No problem. Waiting for a text back? Pure torture.

“Anything else, sir?” Thomas asked.

“That’s all,” Adam replied, already distracted.

Thomas slipped out quietly, wondering how long his boss would keep pretending he wasn’t completely hooked on a certain dostor.

At the other end of town, Irene gripped the steering wheel as Brandon yelped from the backseat.

“Jesus, watch the road!” he cried as she swerved around a delivery truck. “Did you forget how to drive while playing doctor on that

island?”

Irene’s phone chimed. Her face softened when she saw Adam’s message. She quickly typed back: “The kids miss you like crazy. They keep asking when their Uncle Adam’s coming back.”

“Freedom!” Brandon practically sang, bouncing against his seatbelt. Thought I’d die of boredom in that house! Look–actual sky! Air

that doesn’t smell like cleaning stuff!”

Wesley stared out the passenger window, silent as a stone.

Irene’s phone lit up again. Adam: “How are the kids doing? Has Lily finished that painting yet?”

She smiled, about to answer when Brandon leaned between the front seats.

“Seriously? We finally escape jail and you’re glued to your phone?”

Irene dropped it into the cup holder. “I’m driving. Last thing I need is your backseat commentary.”

Brandon poked Wesley’s shoulder. “Come on, even you must be excited to see something besides your bedroom walls. When’s the last time you went anywhere?”

Wesley didn’t even turn. “Between us, you’re the one who looks like you’ve got cabin fever.”

Irene caught Wesley’s eye and they shared a rare moment of silent agreement. Her fingers itched to grab her phone, to tell Adam about Lily’s newest masterpiece–a family portrait where Adam featured prominently in the center.

The hospital parking lot was packed as Irene found a spot near the entrance. She helped Brandon with his chair while Wesley moved at his own slow pace toward the doors.

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Once inside, a nurse guided fem to the check–in desk. While waiting for tests, Irene fired off a quick text: “At the hospital with two ‘grown children‘ worse than the triplets on sugar.”

Adam’s response popped up insantly: “Need backup? Thomas can bring coffee. Or sleep medicine.”

Katherine burst through the door, white coat swinging, eyes lighting up when she spotted Brandon.

“Well, look who decided to join society!” She grinned wickedly. “Clearly I didn’t crank up the treatment high enough if you can still

walk.”

Brandon’s smile vanished. His shoulders tensed as memories of those painful sessions flooded back, effectively shutting him up for the first time all day.

Katherine dropped a folder in Irene’s lap. “Just printed. Haven’t looked yet.”

Irene flipped through the results, her professional side taking over as she scanned numbers and charts. Her brow furrowed deeper with each page of Wesley’s section.

“What the hell is this?” she asked, voice dangerously quiet. “These numbers aren’t even close to where they should be.”

Wesley suddenly found his shoelaces fascinating.

Irene took a breath, softening her approach. “When you started treatment, you promised to follow instructions. All of them.

“It still hurts at night,” Wesley finally admitted, voice barely audible. The problems

came

back, but not as bad as before.”

Brandon’s chair screeched against the floor. “Are you kidding me right now? Do you actually want to get better?” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “Hiding something this serious–what were you thinking? How long did you think you could keep it quiet?”

“I get it,” Wesley mumbled, shoulders slumping. “Won’t happen again”

Irene’s phone buzzed against the table. Adam checking in. She glanced at it but returned to the crisis at hand–her brother’s stubborn self–destruction.

Awkward silence filled the room after Wesley’s confession. Brandon fidgeted with his wheelchair controls, avoiding eye contact with

his siblings.

“Sis,” he finally said, voice unusually hesitant. “We were thinking… while we’re here… maybe

Both brothers watched her face carefully, like she might explode at any moment.

we should stop by Mom’s room.”

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