Genius Kids' Scheme Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing Adam’s bedroom in a golden glow. He’d been awake for hours, staring out the window, his mind replaying yesterday’s revelation on an endless loop.

“I’m their father…” he whispered to the empty room, the words still feeling foreign on his tongue.

His eyes stung as the moment replayed–three small voices calling him “Dad” for the first time, their faces a perfect blend of terror and hope. How the hell had he missed it? The resemblance was there, now glaringly obvious in Lucas’s intense gaze, Lily’s dimpled smile, Alex’s stubborn chin.

“Five years,” Adam murmured, running a hand through his disheveled hair. ‘I missed five whole years of their lives.”

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, pulling up photos of Irene with the triplets. His thumb hovered over their faces, as if touching the screen might somehow make up for lost time. My children. My actual family.

The weight of everything he’d missed crashed down on him–first steps, first words, first days of school–moments as irretrievable as smoke. His chest tightened with an ache that made his wheelchair accident feel like a paper cut.

A soft knock interrupted his spiral. Thomas entered with his usual efficiency.

“Morning, sir. Breakfast?”

Adam straightened in his wheelchair, jaw tightening with resolve. “Get the car ready, Thomas. I’m seeing my parents

today.”

Across the garden wall, morning light flooded Irene’s bedroom. She stretched lazily, feeling more rested than she had in weeks. The kids had kept her in stitches last night, their energy seemingly boundless.

After washing up, she called out, “Alex, Lucas, Lily! Up and at ‘em!”

To her surprise, three cheerful voices responded from downstairs: “We’re already up, Mom!”

Irene paused mid–hair brush. “Since when do you three wake up before me?”

She padded downstairs, still tying her robe, to find an unexpected scene in the dining room. All three children were helping Brandon set the table, exchanging looks that screamed “we’re up to something.”

“Okay, what gives?” Irene asked, hands on hips. “You three look like cats who found the cream.”

Alex flashed his most angelic smile. “Can’t we just be happy it’s morning?” Lucas and Lily nodded so vigorously they

looked like bobbleheads.

Irene’s eyes narrowed playfully. “The last time you were this helpful, you’d broken my favorite vase.”

The triplets exchanged another conspiratorial look before Lucas shrugged. “We just wanted to help Uncle Brandon. He’s old

and needs assistance.”

“Old?” Brandon snorted, whacking Lucas gently with a dish towel. “I’m twenty–nine, you little monster.”

They gathered around the breakfast table, morning light dancing across the spread of pancakes, fruit, and coffee. Joseph sat at the head, watching his great–grandchildren with obvious delight as they demolished their breakfast with typical

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year–old enthusiasm.

Irene glanced around the talije, noticing an empty chair. “Where’s Wesley? Haven’t seen him come down yet,”

Brandon passed the orange juice before answering. “Out back painting. Ever since we pushed him to enter that art exhibition, he’s been like a man possessed.”

“Grabbed his easel at dawn,” Brandon added with a hint of worry. “Mumbled something about ‘capturing the morning light and disappeared.”

Irene smiled. “It’s good he’s found his thing. I should check out his new work.”

Brandon nodded, but his expression clouded. “Just hope he doesn’t burn himself out. Caught him sketching at 3 AM last

night.”

“Still,” he sighed, “if it makes him happy, who am I to rain on his parade?”

Joseph looked up from buttering his toast, a gentle smile crinkling his weathered face. “About time Wesley found his path. The boy’s got talent.”

After breakfast, Irene wandered into the backyard where Wesley stood before an easel, brush moving in confident strokes across canvas. Morning dew still clung to the grass around his feet.

“Hey, bro,” she said softly.

Wesley turned, paint smudged adorably on one cheek. “Morning, sis.”

She moved closer and her breath caught. The painting captured the garden in morning light–sunbeams filtering through trees, flowers still unfurling, colors so vibrant they seemed to pulse with life.

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Wesley said, wiping his hands on a rag. “Just messing around.”

“If this is ‘messing around,‘ other artists might as well quit,” Irene laughed. “This is gorgeous, Wes.”

Wesley accepted the compliment with a small shrug. “Still lots of room for improvement.”

He set down his brush and studied her face. “How’s it going with Adam? You’ve got that glow about you.”

Irene felt heat rise to her cheeks. “Really good. He’s been amazing with everyone, especially the kids.”

Wesley nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. “You’re into him, aren’t you? Like, really into him.”

“Yeah,” Irene admitted, surprising herself with how easily the truth came out. “He makes me feel… safe. And the kids absolutely worship him.”

Wesley squeezed her shoulder. “Good. You deserve someone who looks at you like you hung the moon.” After a pause, he asked, “Any plans for the weekend?”

Back inside, Irene found Brandon sprawled on the living room couch, scrolling through his phone.

“Got any ideas for a weekend activity with the kids?” she asked. They’ve been suspiciously well–behaved lately. Feels like I should reward them before they inevitably break something.”

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Brandon looked up, thinking Theme park? They haven’t been nice forever.”

“Theme park!” Lily squealed, materializing in the doorway as If ummoned by the magic words. “Can we ride the pirate ship? And the carousel? And the spinny cups?”

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