Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1117 Surviving Two Months

On the way back, Andrew tried to comfort Micah, "Dahlia said you're fine. It was just a false alarm."

Micah stayed silent, looking serious.

"Where exactly do you feel unwell? Headache?" Andrew asked, worried. "I should've had Dr. Henry check you earlier."

Micah still didn't respond.

Andrew grew more anxious but didn't press further.

When they got home, Nathan was already asleep. Micah went to his room, tucked him in, and sat beside him, quietly watching.

"Noah! Mia!" Nathan mumbled in his sleep, "Mom."

He already missed Noah, Mia, and Sadie.

Micah gently stroked Nathan's head, a faint smile on his lips. He remembered his promise to bring Sadie back and knew he couldn't break it.

Nathan was right; you have to face challenges head-on and move forward!

No matter the obstacles, he would bring Sadie and the kids back.

If he was fine, the family could reunite.

If something happened to him, the Clemens family would still need someone to look after them.

With this thought, Micah felt a new surge of motivation!

But the constant sense of impending doom, like a sword hanging overhead, robbed him of sleep. He was waiting for Dahlia's test results. He suspected it was a brain issue. Sure enough, at nine in the morning, a frantic knock on the door woke Micah.

"Come in!" he mumbled, still half-asleep.

Andrew burst in, looking worried. "Mr. Clemens, the test results are out," he said urgently.

Micah's eyes flew open. He sat up quickly, throwing on a robe. "Let her in."

Andrew nodded, relieved. "Yes, sir." He quickly called Dahlia in.

Dahlia entered, tense, holding a white envelope. "The CT scan shows an issue with your brain nerves, Mr. Clemens," she said quietly. "We suspect some toxin has caused nerve damage." "How could this happen?" Andrew exclaimed, shocked.

Micah stayed calm, though his jaw tightened. "Poisoning?" he murmured.

"Most likely," Dahlia confirmed, looking grim. "We need experts to make a precise judgment. I'm not a brain specialist."

"Go on," Micah said, pouring himself a glass of iced wine. He took a slow sip, watching the ice clink.

"This could lead to loss of brain nerve function," Dahlia continued, "causing abnormalities or loss in areas controlled by those nerves."

Micah's gaze hardened. "Like vision?" he asked.

"How could Mr. Clemens be poisoned?" Andrew was agitated. "Can you determine the poison?"

Dahlia looked ashamed. "I can't. I'm a specialist in women's and children's health. We need experts for a targeted solution."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Andrew was anxious.

"No need," Micah cut him off, waving his hand. "You may go."

"Mr. Clemens..." Andrew started, but Micah interrupted. "If those experts were useful, I wouldn't have needed Dr. Henry for Mia's case." "Then let's go to England to replace Dr. Henry," Andrew said urgently. "I'll arrange a private jet."

"Are you crazy?" Micah said, displeased. "Dr. Henry is treating Sadie and Mia. If you bring him back, what about them?"

"But you..." Andrew's eyes were bloodshot with worry.

"It's fine. In two months, when I bring them back, I'll bring Dr. Henry. I can hold on for two months," Micah said calmly.

"Mr. Clemens, this is serious," Dahlia said anxiously. "If something happens to you, the entire Clemens Group will be finished." "That's why my illness must stay secret," Micah reminded.