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Genius Kids‘ Scheme: Claiming Daddy’s Billionaire Empire
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Four pairs of eyes watched Iren as she stood at the kitchen counter arms crossed, wearing that look. The triplets recognized it instantly–Mom had made up het mind about something.
“Alex, Lucas, Lily,” she said, her voice carrying that no–nonsense tone that made their little spines straighten automatically. “I need to talk to you three about something.”
The triplets lined up like tiny soldiers awaiting orders. Irene’s gaze softened as she took them in. Last night, discovering Brandon’s gifts displayed on their shelves had kept her up late, thinking about structure and priorities.
“Look, we’ve been back a while now, and you’ve been hanging around the house too much.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I know you’re all crazy smart, but that’s not enough. Even still learning new medical techniques all the time. Nobody gets to coast on brains alone.”
Thomas nearly choked on his coffee, bracing himself for the whining and tears that usually followed when adults told kids to do more studying.
“So,” Irene continued, “I’m signing you up for some classes. You get to pick what you like, but learning itself isn’t up for debate.
To Thomas’s shock, the triplets just nodded like this was totally expected.
Alex jumped in first, eyes bright. “I want to do math competitions, chess, and karate.”
Lucas bounced on his toes. “I want robotics, horse riding, and fencing!” His eyes practically sparkled as he added, “I could build a
robot that fences!”
Lily propped her chubby cheek on her fist, her face scrunched in serious thought. After a moment, she declared, ‘Art, calli… calligraphy, and piano for me.” She peeked at her brothers, clearly hoping to tag along for some of their classes too.
Irene’s lips quirked up at their enthusiasm. “Good picks. I’ll get you signed up.” She held up a finger. “But math competitions and calligraphy are non–negotiable–all three of you are doing those. Lily gets piano and art, and you boys can do your own things.” She gave them each a pointed look. “Horse riding and martial arts are fine for fun, but they won’t build that brain power. Education comes first.”
The triplets nodded in perfect sync, not a single complaint among them.
Thomas gaped. “That’s it? They just… agree? No tantrums?”
Alex turned to him with a look that belonged on a forty–year–old professor. “We’re not babies anymore. We need our own thoughts, and once we start learning, we don’t quit.”
Thomas’s jaw dropped further. “You’re five! When I was five, I was eating dirt and crying about cartoons!” He felt suddenly inadequate next to these mini–geniuses.
Joseph chuckled from his armchair, pride written all over his face. “Your mother’s right, he told the children. ‘Never quit something just because it gets hard. You three are something special.”
Adam, who’d been silently watching the whole scene, finally spoke up. I might know a teacher for the math and calligraphy. If you’re interested.”
Thomas perked up instantly. “Oh yeah! Boss knows the best teachers He studied with this legendary professor from Silver City University. People would kill for an introduction.” He turned to Irene practically buzzing. “Seriously, anyone he recommends will be top–tier.”
At the mention of Silver City University, Irene’s eyebrows shot up. That was the Harvard of the region. She hadn’t expected Adam to
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pull out connections like that for her kids.
“That would be… really helpful, actually. Thanks.” The genuine gratitude in her voice was a rare break from her usual cool professionalism with Adam.
The effect on the triplets was electric. They exchanged lightning–quick glances loaded with secret meaning, all thinking the exact same thing: We’ll learn from Dad’s teacher!
Lucas couldn’t contain himself. He launched at Adam, planting a loud, smacking kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Uncle Adam!”
Lily darted to Adam’s other side, her small face glowing as she added her own noisy kiss. ‘Lily says thank you too, Uncle Adam!”
Unlike his siblings, Alex kept his composure, though excitement radiated from every inch of him. “We’ll study super hard and beat your scores someday, Uncle Adam!”
Adam’s hand reached out to ruffle Alex’s hair, his usual stone mask cracking to reveal a genuine smile. “Looking forward to it.”
Three small chests puffed up with determination at the challenge.
Irene called everyone to breakfast, watching her kids orbit around Adam with an odd feeling she couldn’t quite name squeezing her
chest.
Later, Adam sat alone in his study, the morning sun streaming through the windows. Work documents sat neglected on his desk as one phrase kept replaying in his mind.
“Beat your scores someday, Uncle Adam!”
He rubbed his thumb along the edge of his desk, unsettled by how much those words had affected him. The fierce determination in Alex’s eyes, the unquestioning faith Lucas and Lily had shown with those spontaneous kisses–when had these kids started mattering so damn much?
His gaze drifted toward Irene’s villa, visible through the window. He’d never been one to get attached to people. Relationships were complications, distractions from the relentless focus that had rebuilt his company from the mess his uncle had nearly created. Yet here he was, ready to call in a personal favor from his reclusive former professor–all because three tiny humans looked at him like he hung the moon.
What was it about those kids? Their quick minds? Their strange old–soul wisdom? The way they bulldozed past all his walls without even trying?
Whatever it was, Adam realized he wanted to see them succeed–to thrive, to surpass expectations, even his own achievements eventually. Not as a distant neighbor watching from the sidelines, but as someone who actually contributed to their journey.
The unfamiliar feeling spreading in his chest should have alarmed him. Adam didn’t do emotional attachments. Yet he found himself reaching for his phone, decision made.
The triplets deserved the best education possible. He could give them that, at least.
Whatever complicated feelings had led him to this point–those could be sorted out later.
