Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1188 Telepathy

Sadie clutched her phone, feeling all kinds of uneasy. She kept wondering if something had gone down with Micah. She thought about calling him back but decided against it.

Micah, with his big ol' pride, wouldn't admit he was struggling, even if things were falling apart. But hey, his recent call meant he was still kicking, at least for now.

She figured she shouldn't get involved. They couldn't be together anyway.

Sadie sighed, put down her phone, got out of the tub, wrapped herself in a robe, headed to the bedroom, dried her hair, and hit the sack.

But for some reason, Micah's face just wouldn't leave her mind. She tried to chill and not think about him, but it was no use.

It was early morning when Sadie finally dozed off, but she had a nightmare. She dreamt of Micah, covered in blood, showing up in front of her. She stared at him in horror and asked what had happened. He didn't say a word, just stumbled toward her, leaving bloody footprints with every step.

She wanted to go help him, but it felt like her feet were glued to the ground.

Then, out of nowhere, Micah collapsed, his body splitting open, blood pouring out.

He knelt on one knee, one hand clutching his head in pain, the other reaching out to her.

"Micah!" Sadie called out, trying to move her feet to get to him.

After what felt like forever, her feet finally moved. She ran toward him, but then the ground cracked, separating them.

The ground under him started to collapse, and he fell into a bottomless pit.

"No, Micah!" Sadie screamed, waking up from her nightmare.

She opened her eyes wide, staring at the ceiling, her heart racing. She felt super uneasy, convinced something had happened to Micah.

Instinctively, she grabbed her phone, ready to call, but before she could dial, she calmed down.

She was now Joe's fiancée and had completely cut ties with Micah. They had reached a peaceful agreement.

Her impulsiveness couldn't mess up this calm situation. Even if something had happened to him, it wasn't her problem anymore.

With a heavy sigh, she set her phone aside again, laid back on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

After what felt like ages of thinking, her eyes grew heavy, and she closed them, repeatedly telling herself, 'Let go, Sadie. You gotta let go.'

This thought seemed to travel all the way to Newark.

Micah lay on the hospital bed, utterly drained after his treatment.

He had dreamt that Sadie married Joe, and he wanted to crash the wedding, but every time he took a step, his body would split open, blood gushing out.

He watched helplessly as Sadie and Joe exchanged rings and kissed.

He roared in despair, and then the church collapsed, the beams falling toward him.

So the first thing he did upon waking was call Sadie.

But at that time, he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, so he could only say a few simple words.

Now, he closed his eyes, silently enduring the intense pain.

"Mr. Clemens, today's treatment is over. Please rest well and continue tomorrow," the doctor said cautiously to Micah.

"Why is the treatment getting more painful? It's been so long, and the symptoms haven't eased at all," Andrew asked anxiously. "And he's in so much pain. Can't he take painkillers?" The doctor answered, "He can, but there will be some side effects..."

"That's enough, you can leave," Micah's deep voice cut in.

The doctor quickly left.

Andrew looked at Micah with concern and asked cautiously, "Should I contact Hubert?"