Genius Kids‘ Scheme: Claiming Daddy’s Billionaire Empre 

Chapter 38 

Mom? What’s wrong?” Three pairs of identical eyes fixed on Irene a her face drained of color, her knuckles white around her 

phone. 

“Your great–grandfather’s in the hospital.” Her voice shook slightly. e fell.” 

“We want to come too!” the triplets chorused immediately, already moving toward her. 

Irene nodded, her mind racing. They needed to get to the hospital immediately, but… She glanced out the window at their empty driveway. Right. No car. 

“Come on,” she said, already heading for the door. Her heels clicked against the marble floor with deadly purpose as she strode next door. The triplets hurried to keep up, sensing the urgency in their mother’s movements. 

Thomas opened the door before she could knock. His eyes widened slightly at her expression. 

“Is Mr. Haven available?” The words came out clipped and precise. “Its urgent.” 

Adam appeared moments later, wheeling himself into view. One look at her face and his usual stern expression shifted to something more alert. 

“My grandfather’s in the hospital.” Irene’s voice carried barely controlled tension. “Could I borrow a car?” 

“Thomas will drive you.” Adam’s response was immediate. “You’re in no state to drive yourself.” 

The raw concern in her eyes made something in his chest tighten. He’d never seen her like this – all sharp edges and barely contained fury. 

“Thank you.” The words came out rough with emotion. 

Minutes later, they were speeding toward Silver City Central Hospital in one of Haven Enterprise’s luxury sedans. Irene sat rigid in the back seat, her children pressed close on either side. The usually chatty triplets remained silent, picking up on their mother’s 

tension. 

As they pulled up to the hospital entrance, Irene was already reaching for the door. “Thank you, Thomas.” 

“Of course, Dr. Sterling.” 

She hurried through the hospital corridors, her children keeping perfect pace. The click of her heels against the polished floor echoed like gunshots. Staff and visitors instinctively moved aside, something in her expression warning them not to get in her way. 

When she reached her grandfather’s room, the scene that greeted her made her blood boil. Anna stood by the bed, tears streaming down her perfectly made–up face as she wrung her hands dramatically. 

“It’s all my fault!” she wailed, dabbing at her eyes with a monogrammed handkerchief. “I just wanted to stop him from leaving, I didn’t mean to-” 

“My poor darling, Rose crooned, wrapping an arm around her adopted daughter. “Of course you didn’t mean it! This is all Irene’s fault – if she hadn’t tried to lure Father away with her scheming…” 

Irene entrance silenced the room. The door hit the wall with enough force to make the windows rattle. Every head turned at the 

sound. 

“What are you doing here?” Rose’s voice dripped venom. 

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Irene ignored her completely, her eyes fixed on Anna with laser focu. The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. 

Nathan stepped forward, his expression thunderous. “You shouldn’t trying to move in with you- 

here. Grandfather’s condition is your fault if he hadn’t been 

“Move.” Irene’s voice could have frozen hell itself. When Nathan didn’t immediately comply, her next words came out as a growl: “Get. Out. Of. My. Way.” 

“You have no right- 

“No right?” Irene’s laugh was sharp as broken glass. “She puts her hands on my grandfather, and I have no right? Her eyes locked onto Anna, who took an involuntary step back. “You really think a few crocodile tears will save you?” 

“I–I didn’t mean-” Anna started, her perfectly crafted victim act crumbling under Irene’s arctic glare. 

“Shut up.” The words cracked like a whip. “You touch him again – you so much as breathe in his direction – and I will end you. Understand?” Her voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “You think this is a game? Try me. I’ll make you wish you’d never heard the name Sterling.” 

Rose gasped in outrage. “How dare you threaten my daughter!” 

“Your daughter?” Now Irene’s laugh held something dangerous. “Funny how she’s your precious daughter when she assaults an elderly man. The shares, the family name – you gave her everything that should have been mine, and this is how she repays your generosity?” Her smile was all teeth. “Let me make this crystal clear if anything happens to my grandfather, if he so much as stubs his toe because of you people – I will personally ensure you regret every breath you take. And you?” Her gaze pinned Anna like a butterfly to a board. “I’ll fucking kill you.” 

The raw violence in her voice made everyone flinch. This wasn’t the awkward girl they’d rejected five years ago. This was someone else entirely – someone with steel in her spine and ice in her veins. 

Anna stumbled backwards, her carefully crafted mask crumbling into something ugly. Her legs hit the visitor’s chair, and she collapsed into it. The humiliation burned worse than any fear. This is impossible, she thought, indignation burning through her veins. Who does she think she is? Some nobody who grew up flipping burgers, daring to threaten ME? 

Her fingers dug into the chair’s armrests. So what if she has Sterling blood? John and Rose chose ME. Twenty years of being their perfect daughter – learning every social grace, mastering every nuance of high society – that means more than mere genetics. They still prefer me over her, don’t they? 

But something in Irene’s eyes, something cold and deadly serious, made Anna’s certainty waver. She means it, Anna realized with growing horror. She actually means every word. For the first time since the hospital mix–up had been discovered, Anna felt real fear. Not just for her position in the family or her social standing, but for herself. 

Rose tried to maintain her haughty demeanor, but her hand shook as she gripped Anna’s shoulder. Even she could sense the shift in power dynamics. This wasn’t the easily dismissed outsider they’d grown comfortable looking down on. This was something else entirely. 

Irene crossed to her grandfather’s bedside, her movements suddenly gentle as she examined him. Her trained medical eye quickly assessed his breathing pattern, skin color, and visible muscle tension Her fingers moved with practiced precision as she checked his vital signs, her expression shifting to professional focus. 

“Mom?” Alex’s worried voice broke the tension. “Is Great–grandfather okay?” 

“He’s just sleeping, baby.” Irene’s tone transformed completely as she addressed her son. “The fall bruised some muscles, but nothing’s broken.” 

The Sterling family members exchanged shocked glances, their faces filled with disbelief and confusion. How could she possibly know the old master’s condition when she’d only just arrived?