Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1147 Never Let Go Even in Death

Meanwhile, Micah was slumped at his desk, eyes glued to the computer screen as the press conference unfolded. The announcement was straight-up-Sadie and Joe were tying the knot. No fluff, just the cold, hard truth. And then, right there, Joe popped the question to Sadie, his voice all soft and loving. You could practically feel the love between them, like they were made for each other or something.

Micah couldn't even replace the words to describe what he was feeling; he just stared at Sadie on the screen, her gentle smile all for Joe, her eyes full of that unmistakable tenderness. Watching her say yes, seeing her wrap her arms around Joe's waist-it was like a knife twisting in his heart.

A flood of memories hit him, drowning Micah in waves of nostalgia and pain. He could hear Sadie's laughter, see her mischievous eyes like it was just yesterday.

"Micah!"

"Hmm?"

"I love you!"

"What did you say? Say it again?"

"Nothing. If you didn't hear it, forget it."

"Say it again. Come on, I wanna hear it!"

"No! Some things can only be said once. Who told you not to listen carefully?"

"Sadie, say it!"

"No, no!"

"If you don't say it, I'll keep messing with you."

"You jerk, I'm already having a nosebleed, and you still won't let me go. Stop it, stop it, it tickles, hahaha."

"Could you be pregnant? If we have triplets again, the house will be lively!"

"Stop it. Do you think I'm a pig?"

"How great! Noah, Nathan, and Mia would be so happy."

These snippets of their past, full of laughter and love, felt like silver needles piercing Micah's brain.

It was making him feel unbearable pain. He stared at the computer with bloodshot eyes, his mind swirling with images of Sadie and Joe's intimacy. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice he'd crushed the glass in his hand, now gripping the shards tightly. Every squeeze drove the glass deeper into his palm, causing it to bleed profusely, mirroring the pain in his heart. But he didn't let go, just like he couldn't let go of his love for Sadie.

"Mr. Clemens! Mr. Clemens!" Andrew and Dahlia's frantic shouts finally broke through his daze. Micah blinked, lowering his eyes to see his hand, stained with blood and embedded with glass shards. Yet, he felt no pain. Sadie had given up on him, on their home. Should he give up too? But he couldn't bear to. He just couldn't.

"Mr. Clemens, don't be like this," Dahlia said, her voice trembling. Tears streamed down her face as she knelt beside him, hurriedly tending to his wound with a first aid kit she had grabbed. Andrew, in a panic, tried to clear the blood off Micah's face with a wad of tissues.

Micah finally became aware of the warm trickle flowing from his nose, mixing with the blood from his hand. He reached up with his other hand, touching his nose, pulling it away to see it smeared with blood. His expression was eerily calm. "It doesn't hurt," he murmured.

"Mr. Clemens," Dahlia wept, "You can't go on like this. You need to get treatment. You must get treatment. I have found the right medical team-the same team that treated Ms. James. They will be in Newark tomorrow. They can cure you, just like they cured her. Once you're well, nothing can stop you. You can get Ms. James back, bring Noah and Mia back, and you can be a family again."

Those last words struck a chord deep within him. The despair in Micah's eyes flickered with a glimmer of hope. Yes, as long as he was healthy, nothing could stop him. Not Tristan, not Joe no one could take Sadie and the kids away from him. He had to get well. He had to bring them home.