Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1292 Without Hope

"Shut up!" Hubert snapped, "You think I'm worried about you? We have no connection, no emotional ties. I'm worried about those three kids." Micah just nodded, too scared to say anything, but deep down, he was grateful to Hubert.

"But don't get your hopes up too high," Hubert sighed, "I'm not in great shape. I might kick the bucket before I figure this out." "You're making me nervous with that kind of talk," Micah joked.

Hubert gave Micah's arm a light slap and then smiled.

Micah looked at the wise and kind Hubert, feeling deeply moved but not knowing what to say. At this moment, he could only remain silent.

"Alright, go help her make some porridge. I need to sleep for a while," Hubert closed his eyes wearily and muttered, "You better pray I wake up after I fall asleep so you still have a chance to survive." "The porridge smells so good. Don't you want to eat some?" Micah said with a smile.

Hubert smiled again.

Percy helped him lie down, covered him with a thick blanket, and soothed him to sleep.

Micah quietly stepped out. Instead of going to the kitchen, he continued smoking in the yard.

"Rylan is personally delivering it; he should arrive tonight," Andrew reported in a low voice.

"It's really unnecessary," Micah murmured, "Hubert is already too sick. He can't even open his eyes. There's no need to trouble him at this point."

"No, Mr. Clemens, you can't give up like this," Andrew got anxious and persuaded. "Hubert is right. Even if you don't think about yourself, think about the kids..."

"Enough," Micah interrupted him, glancing at the kitchen.

Andrew didn't dare to speak anymore, but he stubbornly believed that since Hubert had said so, there must be hope.

"Micah!" At this moment, Sadie walked out of the kitchen, wearing Paula's apron and holding a carrot. She asked, "Hubert wants to see the kids. Should we have Rodolfo bring them over now?"

"Tomorrow," Micah spoke as he stubbed out his cigarette, "They left for Biston early this morning, and now making them drive for hours to come back would be too tiring." "You're right," Sadie nodded.

"You look pretty good in that outfit," Micah teased, looking her up and down.

Sadie rolled her eyes at him and went back to the kitchen to continue working.

Micah leaned against the car, watching her through the window. Suddenly, he wondered if they weren't born into the James family and the Clemens family but were ordinary people, would they live such a simple and happy life? Sadie wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked over, meeting Micah's gaze. She couldn't help but feel a bit dizzy, as if they were just an ordinary couple-she was cooking, and he was watching her from outside. Life was simple yet fulfilling, warm and happy.

Suddenly, the abrupt ringing of a phone broke the tranquility.

Micah snapped back to reality, took his phone, and walked out. He answered, "Hello!"

"Okay, I'll be right there," he said in a low voice.

After hanging up the phone, Micah instructed Andrew, "Go back to the company and have Rylan bring a few more people over. Then, make sure they get sent back." "We're not waiting here?" Andrew said anxiously, "Mr. Clemens, we should treat the illness first..."

"Shut up!" Micah sternly interrupted, glancing at the kitchen.

Fortunately, Sadie and Annika were busy cooking and didn't notice their conversation.

"If you keep talking nonsense, get out," Micah snapped. He was very angry; this matter had become a taboo for him.

"Yes," Andrew answered and lowered his head, not daring to speak.