Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1291 Mr. Clemens Got Scolded

"Man, your words really put me at ease," Hubert sighed, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "Sadie, I don't get the whole rich family drama and all, but I remember Edmond saying something once. He fought in the business world just to give his family a good life. He didn't care about being the richest or having all the power. What mattered most was a peaceful, happy family."

"I know," Sadie whispered, her emotions all tangled up, a lump forming in her throat.

"Good, as long as you know," Hubert patted her hand and turned to Percy. "Go get Mr. Clemens. I need to talk to him." "Yes, Mr. Henry," Percy said and dashed out to replace Micah.

"You should put some medicine on those wounds," Hubert told Sadie. "And by the way, I've been craving your porridge." "I'll make it right now," Sadie said, hurrying to the kitchen.

Paula followed her, helping with the medicine and treating her wounds before they started on the porridge together.

Meanwhile, Micah walked in with Andrew. Seeing Hubert, once so full of life, now bedridden, hit him hard.

He thought about how even someone as strong as Hubert couldn't escape death. It made him realize his own situation was pretty hopeless.

"You're here!" Hubert said, sitting up a bit as Percy added another pillow behind him.

Micah walked over and greeted him. "Hey, Hubert."

"I've been wanting to meet you but never got the chance," Hubert squinted his cloudy eyes, giving Micah a good look. "Come closer, let me see you." Micah hesitated.

Andrew glanced outside and shut the door.

"Don't worry, I sent Sadie to make porridge, and Paula's with her. They won't be back for a while," Hubert reassured him, seeing right through Micah's thoughts.

Micah was a bit taken aback; it seemed Hubert knew everything.

"Sit," Hubert said, pointing to a nearby chair.

Micah sat down, and Percy turned on all the lights, brightening up the room.

Hubert studied Micah for a long time and sighed, "A miscalculation, a miscalculation." "Hubert, is there still hope for Mr. Clemens?" Andrew asked, unable to hold back.

"I should've checked you out properly back then. If we had started treatment earlier, there might've been hope. But now, after all this time," Hubert sighed, "You've been getting treatment, right? What did the doctors say?" "They can only ease the pain and slow it down. There's no cure," Micah said calmly.

"Even though it's late, it's not totally hopeless. It's just..." Hubert frowned, looking serious. "With my health now, I don't know if I have the strength."

"It's okay. My fate is what it is," Micah tried to comfort him. "You should focus on getting better and not worry about me."

"Don't talk like that," Hubert scolded gently. "You're still young. You can't just give up. And what about those three kids if you die?"

After spending so much time together, Hubert saw the three kids as his own grandkids.

Micah wasn't used to being scolded, especially after Raymond's death. Hubert's words moved him.

"Go get the old treatment plans and records," Hubert told Andrew. "Let me see if I can come up with something before I go."

"Yes, I'll get them right away," Andrew said excitedly and called Rylan.

"Is it really necessary?" Micah frowned. "You're already so sick. How can you still treat me?"