Genius Kids‘ Scheme: Claiming Daddy’s Billionaire Empire
Chapter 111
Four pairs of eyes locked in a moment of painful silence. Irene immediately grasped the situation and rose from Adam’s side, her professional mask never slipping despite the awkward intrusion.
As Marcus pushed the door fully open, the Haven couple finally saw what they’d interrupted–medical equipment laid out around the sofa, Irene’s medical case open, and Irene standing in a clearly cnical posture. Their assumptions crashed and burned, replaced by a different kind of embarrassment.
Sophia’s hand dropped from her eyes, relief flooding her features. Thank goodness! Thank goodness it wasn’t what they thought.
The distinguished couple quickly pulled themselves together, slipping back into the polished performance expected of social elites.
“This is…” Sophia’s gaze shifted to Irene, her eyes making a quick sweep.
She couldn’t help but stare. The young woman standing beside Adam was striking in a way that caught you off–guard–bright yet somehow distant, with an effortless elegance rarely seen in Silver City’s social circles. She wasn’t trying to be noticed, which somehow made her impossible to ignore.
Understanding flashed across Sophia’s mind as she suddenly got why Samantha had seemed so rattled. That gut feeling about competition rarely steers you wrong.
“This is Dr. Sterling,” Adam explained, an edge cutting through his voice. “I specifically requested her for my treatment.”
The Haven couple visibly relaxed. Not some random woman, thank God, Sophia thought. Learning Irene was a doctor treating their son instantly bumped her up several notches in their mental hierarchy.
“Hello,” Irene greeted them with a slight nod–polite but not warm, maintaining perfect professional distance. Her composure didn’t crack, as if having wealthy parents barge in during treatments was just another Tuesday.
Sophia recovered quickly, flashing her go–to society smile. “Dr. Sterling is helping with your treatment?” She clasped her hands together, leaning slightly forward. “We couldn’t help but notice how close you were sitting. What exactly does the treatment involve?”
Irene blinked, momentarily thrown by the emphasis on close. Close? We’re doing medical therapy, not cuddling on a couch. From her viewpoint, their positioning had been strictly professional.
“Mr. Haven’s legs need specialized therapy to stimulate muscle and nerve function,” she explained patiently, gesturing toward the equipment. “Without proper stimulation and massage, muscle atrophy becomes a real concern after long periods of inactivity.”
The Haven couple exchanged glances, clearly seeing their mistake. Neither pushed it further.
Adam’s eyebrow arched as he watched the exchange. His parents‘ unusual interest in his medical care–especially his mother’s pointed questions–hit him as suspicious. This wasn’t how they typically operated.
“Was there something specific you needed?” he asked directly, finger drumming once against his wheelchair armrest. “If not, we need to continue with the treatment.”
The brush–off couldn’t have been clearer if he’d spelled it out.
rene kept her gazen, face neutral, pretending not to notice the sudden tension. Years of navigating family drama had taught her when to fade into the wallpaper.
Sophia flinched slightly at her son’s tone, sensing she’d overstepped Nothing urgent,” she backpedaled smoothly, taking a small step away. “We were in the area and thought we’d pop in. If you’re busy, we’ll get out of your hair.
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Marcus nodded, already inching toward the door.
As they turned to leave, Sophia spun back–as if suddenly remembering why they’d really come.
Oh, Adam,” she called, her voice brightening. “Samantha’s birthday celebration is this weekend.” She fiddled with her bracelet, the diamonds catching the light. “Your father and I will be there, and you should join us.”
Adam’s expression clouded instantly. “I’m busy that day,” he replied atly. “We’ll see.”
Sophia opened her mouth to push harder but felt Marcus’s hand on her arm–a gentle warning to back off. She glanced at Irene, recognizing that some conversations needed privacy, especially given Adam’s current mood.
Better to try again later, she decided silently.
With polite goodbyes, Marcus and Sophia finally left, leaving behind charged silence in the study.
Once they were gone, Irene knelt beside Adam’s leg without comment, picking up the treatment exactly where they’d left off. The interruption might as well have been a passing cloud for all the attention she gave it.
“Sorry about that,” Adam said after a moment.
Irene shrugged, focusing on her work. “Not the first time I’ve had a treatment crashed. At least nobody was bleeding this time.”
Her steady hands worked magic on the tension. The awkward moment dissolved as her fingers moved methodically across the treatment points on his leg.
Unlike Sophia’s party invitation, Irene cared more about Adam’s health than social calendars. “Remember what I told you before,” she said, her voice slipping into that no–BS doctor tone. She paused her work, catching his eye. “You can hit up parties if you want, but alcohol is completely off the table. Ignore that, and all this treatment goes down the drain. Don’t come crying to me if you screw it up.”
Her seriousness hit home–she wasn’t playing doctor, she was being one, and doctors can’t help patients who trash their own
recovery.
Adam remembered her previous warnings, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Dr. Sterling can sleep easy. I won’t be at any parties, and I definitely won’t touch a drop.”
“We’ll see,” Irene replied, her glance saying she’d believe it when she saw it.
When the massage wrapped up, it was time for the therapeutic bath rene packed her equipment, leaving Thomas to handle the
rest.
“Same time tomorrow,” she reminded Adam, already heading for the door “Don’t skip the bath tonight, even if it’s late
By theme Irene made it home, Joseph and the triplets had crashed for the night. The quiet house wrapped around her like a familiar blanket after the evening’s drama.
As she walked through the dimly lit living room, something caught her eye–unfamiliar objects lined up on the shelves. Miniature -racing cars gleamed under the soft light, and what looked like a designer doll sat proudly among them.
She couldn’t help smiling. Those little rascals must have raided Brandon’s entire collection.”
Carefully, Irene adjusted the models and doll, making sure nothing would fall. Brandon clearly hadn’t cut corners with his gifts, and despite her mixed feelings about her brother, she appreciated his generosity toward her kids.
With everything secured, she finally headed upstairs, exhaustion hit ng her all at once.
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The next morning brought sunshine pouring through the windows of Emerald Garden Estate. Following their new routine, the triplets went with Joseph and Adam for their morning walk, their voices bouncing through the crisp air.
Breakfast was nearly ready when the front door banged open, followed by the familiar hurricane of children returning home. Their excited chatter echoed through the hallway as they raced toward the kitchen, all talking over each other about their garden
adventures.
Just as they tumbled into the kitchen, still breathless and laughing, rene turned from the stove with a look that stopped them cold. Her eyes narrowed slightly, head tilted as she studied them with an expression they couldn’t read.
“Alex, Lucas, Lily,” she called, her voice carrying an unusual weight. need to talk to you three about something.”
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