Genius Kids' Scheme Claiming Daddy's Billionaire Empire novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

The car pulled into Emerald Garden Estate at half past nine. Adam bbed his temples, still feeling the aftereffects of the Haven family dinner. Between Elena’s nosy questions and Victor’s barely concealed hostility, these gatherings were more exhausting than board meetings.

“Looks like we made it, Thomas said, driving toward Irene’s villa. “Another Haven family dinner survived.”

Adam’s lips quirked slightly at the comment. As Thomas helped him into his wheelchair, he could already feel his mood lifting.

“I think I’m good from here,” Adam said. “Get some rest, and try not to worry about Haven politics for at least one night.”

“That makes one of us,” Thomas replied with a grin. “Good luck with the doc.”

Adam wheeled himself to Irene’s front door and hit the doorbell. Seconds later, it swung open. Irene stood there in casual clothes, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, looking much more relaxed than during their treatment sessions,

“Not too late, I guess,” she remarked, stepping aside to let him in. There was a hint of teasing in her voice.

“Family dinners,” Adam replied with a slight grimace. “They always run longer than expected.”

Before Irene could respond, a flurry of small footsteps thundered down the hallway. Three pajama–clad children burst into view, their faces brightening instantly at the sight of Adam.

“Uncle Adam!” Lily exclaimed, her little legs carrying her toward him with surprising speed. She stopped just short of crashing into his wheelchair, her round eyes sparkling with excitement. “I missed you sooooo much! It’s been forever!”

Her sweet voice dripped with childish exaggeration as she bounced on her toes, hands clasped dramatically against her chest. Adam felt something in his usually guarded expression soften in response.

Irene stepped forward, gently pinching Lily’s chubby cheek. “Alright, little miss smooth–talker,” she said, her voice firm but warm. “Now that you’ve greeted Uncle Adam, it’s bedtime for all of you.”

“But Mom!” Lucas protested, his small fingers clutching at the hem of Irene’s shirt. He looked up at her with the most pitiful expression he could muster, his bottom lip jutting out for maximum effect. “Can’t we stay up just a tiny bit longer? We haven’t seen Uncle Adam in ages.”

“Yeah, Mom,” Alex chimed in, his tone more reasonable than his siblings‘ but equally hopeful. “We promise we’ll be in bed by ten o’clock. On the dot!”

Irene looked down at the three eager faces, trying to maintain her resolve. She’d just been about to send them off to bed when Adam arrived, but the genuine excitement in their eyes was impossible to resist. These moments–where her children connected with someone outside their tight–knit unit–were precious and rare.

“Fine,” she conceded with a small sigh. “But you’re holding you to that promise–ten o’clock sharp.”

The triplets erupted in victorious cheers, high–fiving each other as if they’d just won Olympic gold.

“Come in properly then,” Irene told Adam, gesturing toward the living room. “Since apparently you’re the evening’s entertainment.”

Drawing supplies were scattered across the coffee table alongside some half–eaten snacks. Joseph had already turned in for the night,.

“Uncle Adam! Uncle Adam!” Lily bounced excitedly, her voice pitched high with enthusiasm. “Lily made something today! We all did! Can I show you?”

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Without waiting for a response, she darted to the coffee table and retrieved a piece of paper, handling it with the reverence of a museum curator with a priceless artifact. She rushed back to Adam, practically vibrating with anticipation.

“Me and my brothers drew this together,” she announced proudly, extending the paper with both hands. It’s for you!”

Adam accepted the drawing carefully, unfolding it with genuine curiosity, His eyebrows lifted in surprise as he took in the colorful a man in a wheelchair surrounded by three small scene before him. Despite the childish execution, the subject was unmistakable figures, all of them smiling beneath a bright yellow sun.

“This is… me?” he asked, genuinely touched by the gesture.

“Do you like it?” the triplets chorused, their faces alight with hopeful expectation.

Adam studied the drawing more closely, noting the impressive attention to detail for artists so young. Each child’s contribution was distinct yet harmonious–Alex’s precise lines, Lucas’s bold color choices, and Lily’s whimsical flourishes. The composition showed genuine artistic instinct, far beyond what he’d expect from typical five–year–olds.

“This is incredible,” he said, his usual clipped tone giving way to authentic warmth. “Actually, I think this might be the best drawing

I’ve ever seen.”

Lily’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, her eyes crinkling into delighted crescents. “Really? Really truly?” she squealed, bouncing on her toes. “Then it’s yours! We want you to keep it forever and ever!”

Adam felt a smile–a real one–tug at his lips. “Thank you, Lily. And Alex and Lucas too. I appreciate this very much.” He reached out, gently ruffling the boys‘ hair as they beamed up at him.

From her position by the doorway, Irene watched the interaction with mixed emotions. Pride in her children’s generosity mingled with an unexpected pang of something that felt suspiciously like jealousy. In five years, she couldn’t recall a single instance where all three had collaborated on artwork specifically for her. The thought was silly and childish, yet it lingered nonetheless.

The triplets clustered around Adam’s wheelchair, chattering excitedly about their day, their words tumbling over each other in their eagerness to share every detail. Adam listened with surprising patience, offering occasional questions that sent them spiraling into new enthusiastic explanations.

Irene checked her watch, noting the time with a mixture of relief and reluctance. “Ten o’clock, everyone,” she announced. “Time to keep your promise.”

Three small faces turned toward her, disappointment evident in their expressions. For a moment, she thought they might protest, but a sense of honor prevailed.

“We did promise,” Alex acknowledged, always the first to accept responsibility.

“Goodnight, Uncle Adam,” Lucas said, stifling a yawn that betrayed his earlier claims of being wide awake.

Lily stepped forward last, stretching up on her tiptoes. “Night–night, Uncle Adam,” she whispered before planting a quick kiss on his cheek. Not to be outdone, her brothers followed suit, leaving Adam looking slightly stunned by this unexpected display of affection.

“Sweet dreams,” he replied, his voice softer than Irene had ever heard it.

After the children had scampered off to their bedrooms, accompanied by James who would ensure they actually went to sleep, a comfortable silence settled between Adam and Irene.

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