Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1148 Did He Regret It?

Back at Half Mountain Villa, Silas was already at the door, leaning on a cane, waiting. Raymond's death had hit him like a ton of bricks, and in just a month, he looked like he'd aged decades, turning into a frail, white-haired old man. With the

cane in his hand and the tired lines on his face, he looked eerily like the late Raymond.

"Silas!" Nathan shouted, jumping out of the car and running over with a big grin. Since Raymond's passing, Nathan and the other kids had started looking up to Silas just like they did with their great-grandpa.

"Nathan, be good." Silas bent down to hug Nathan and gave him a gentle pat on the back. "Seeing you makes my day."

"Me too," Nathan beamed, all innocent and happy. "Silas, you feeling better?"

"Much better," Silas said, ruffling Nathan's hair. "It's chilly out here, let's head inside."

"Okay." Nathan nodded, grabbing the nurse's hand as they walked into the villa.

Micah stood by the car, giving Silas a slight frown, then turned to glare at Andrew and Rylan. Both of them looked down, feeling guilty. Dahlia didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Not happy to see me?" Silas asked Micah with a friendly smile.

"Of course not." Micah walked over, smiling. "I got some tea in my study, made when Grandpa was still around."

"Then I won't be shy." Silas chuckled.

Silas walked into the villa with Micah. Micah told the servants to get the tea ready and then led Silas to the study on the first floor.

Micah took off his coat and plopped down on the sofa, reaching for the iced wine a servant handed him, but Silas stopped him: "No more drinking for you."

The servant looked scared out of their wits.

Micah made a gesture, and the servant quickly bowed and left.

"Silas, don't listen to their crap," Micah said. "It's just a minor thing, no big deal."

"I know everything, so don't try to sugarcoat it." Silas sighed sadly. "I always thought Ella was trouble, but I never imagined she'd be so nasty, causing harm even on her deathbed. Mr. Raymond Clemens up in heaven would regret trusting her if he knew she poisoned you."

"It's all in the past. No point talking about it now," Micah said calmly.

"Yeah, she's gone, and cursing her won't help." Silas sighed. "I just hope you get proper treatment. Even Sadie bounced back from severe poisoning, so you can too. With Mr. Raymond Clemens gone, the whole Clemens Group is counting on you. If something happens to you, what'll happen to the Clemens Group? What about the kids?"

"I get it." Micah nodded and promised. "Tomorrow, I'll go to the company to handle some stuff. I'll leave the household affairs to you. Once everything's sorted, I'll start my treatment."

"That's good." Silas looked at his bandaged hand and advised earnestly, "I saw the news. I know it's hard to swallow, but I always believe that as long as you're alive, there's hope for everything!" Hearing this, Micah felt a bit moved. Yeah, as long as he was alive, everything could turn around.

"Get proper treatment, and everything will turn around." Silas patted his shoulder and reassured him. "Ryan's at the company, and I'm here at home. You can rest easy."

"Yeah." Micah nodded with a smile. "The tea's ready. Let's have some."

"Alright." Silas smiled..

The two drank tea in the study, and the sound of rain outside made everything feel quiet and cozy.

Micah poured tea for Silas, looking at his aged hands, and couldn't help but think of Raymond. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you think Grandpa regretted it when he passed away?"