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

Sadie left.

Dahlia was about to call Micah when her phone rang. She immediately stepped aside to answer. "Hello!"

"You are at the James family now. Has Tristan arrived?" Micah guessed.

"Yes."

"He didn't make things difficult for the children, did he?"

"No."

"Good. Act according to the situation."

"Understood."

Hanging up the phone, Dahlia breathed a sigh of relief. She thought that the text message Sadie had sent to Micah earlier must have worked.

To avoid conflicts, Sadie promised to protect the children so Micah would not come looking for trouble.

Sadie was sensible. Even if she hated the Clemens family, she would consider the overall situation for children.

She didn't want the James family and the Clemens family to conflict in front of the children, as it would only hurt the children's feelings.

Thinking of this, Dahlia felt much more at ease and immediately put down her phone to take care of the children.

Sadie entered the study, where Tristan was already waiting. Annika and Arya had been punished and injured, still kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed, afraid to speak. "It's my decision. None of their business," Sadie explained with a frown.

"To know and not report is negligence."

Tristan was playing with an ivory chessboard, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, looking refined and elegant, but the chill on him remained undiminished.

"Are you referring to my private matter?" Sadie bravely confronted the issue. "They are my children. Many years ago, I had them before I returned to the James family!" "So what?" Tristan replied as he played chess with himself.

"I want to bring them back and raise them myself."

Although anxious, Sadie still put forward this idea and was very insistent. "If you can't accept it, I can leave the Smith family."

This idea had been decided upon the night before.

So, Sadie had someone find a lawyer and calculate how difficult it would be to regain custody of the children, and what price she would have to pay to leave the Smith family.

"Leave the Smith family?" Tristan paused, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp. "You actually have this idea?"

Sadie hurriedly explained, "If you can accept them, of course, I don't want to leave, but..."

"So, between the children and the Smith family, you choose the former." Tristan looked deeply at her. "Yes," Sadie answered without hesitation.

"Ms. James!"

Annika became anxious, wanting to persuade Sadie not to confront Tristan, as she would be in trouble.

"You haven't thought about the consequences clearly!" Tristan lightly reminded her, "Leaving the Smith family means you will lose all protection and return to your previous life. Think about how you used to live. Without a strong background, everyone could bully you. Think about how Brenda died. The vendetta is unresolved, and you want to leave!"

Upon hearing that, Sadie was flustered. Yes, if she left the James family at this time, not only would she be unable to avenge Brenda, but she would also have nothing. Nick would come at her like a wild dog, tearing her to pieces. And she couldn't fight the Lingston family.

Even though she was smart and skilled now, without the backing of the Smith family, she would be isolated and helpless, unable to compete with anyone. Moreover, she had to protect her children, ensuring they would not be harmed like Brenda.

"I've been training you for two years, and all you've learned is impulsiveness and stubbornness!" Tristan coldly frowned. "You've disappointed me too much." "Mr. Tristan James, Ms. James doesn't really want to leave. She's just worried about her children," Arya couldn't help but plead, "Please give her another chance." "Yes, Mr. Tristan James, Ms. James is your only family. You can't give up on her," Annika also tearfully begged.