Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1382 Preparing for the Funeral

"Hey, should we teach her a lesson?" the attendant asked, a bit hesitant.

"No, we can't mess with her," Olivia frowned. "Even though she's a pain, Mr. Clemens cares about her. If something happens to her, he won't be okay." "Got it," the attendant nodded, not daring to say more..

"I wonder how Mr. Clemens is doing," Olivia muttered. She was anxious and wanted to go check, but she knew Andrew might not let her see Micah, so she gave up.

She kept reminding herself to stay calm. If she wanted to be the lady of the Clemens Family, she couldn't lose her cool. Otherwise, even the bodyguards and servants would look down on her. Still uneasy, Olivia opened the door and told the maid outside, "Please, if Mr. Clemens wakes up, let me know right away."

The maid replied respectfully, "Yes, Ms. Graham, don't worry. We'll report to you immediately if there's any news."

"Alright, thank you." Olivia said, glancing downstairs; it was very quiet, and they were probably still treating him.

Andrew entered Micah's room and asked worriedly, "How's it going?"

"Keep your voice down," Dahlia reminded him softly.

Andrew didn't dare speak and stood quietly to the side, waiting.

Gabriella reviewed Micah's test reports, examined his wounds and current condition, and looked very serious. She sighed, "You overestimate my medical skills. I'm afraid I can't do much." "Dr. Perez, please think of something. You can do it," Dahlia pleaded anxiously.

"I can only stabilize Mr. Clemens' condition for a short time, preventing it from getting worse, but curing him is impossible," Gabriella said bluntly. "You need to replace a more skilled doctor, but the chances are slim."

Andrew felt a chill in his heart. He had hoped for a miracle, but Gabriella had extinguished that hope.

"Let's stabilize his condition first," Dahlia said gravely. "Thank you, Dr. Perez."

"I need some equipment. Prepare it for me," Gabriella said decisively to Dahlia. "I need to perform a minor surgery on Mr. Clemens. If it goes well, it should stabilize him for a while."

Dahlia hurriedly said, "Alright, I'll get it ready right away."

That night, the atmosphere in the Clemens Family was incredibly tense. All the bodyguards and servants were on edge, waiting to get through this difficult night.

Andrew, Dahlia, and Rodolfo stayed up all night, keeping watch over Micah.

At 1:30 AM, Gabriella performed a minor surgery on Micah and administered some other treatments. Finally, she instructed Dahlia, "This minor surgery can only temporarily slow the spread of the toxin. You must take good care of him and make sure he doesn't get injured again, or even Jesus won't be able to save him."

"Understood," Dahlia nodded heavily.

"He needs to rest and avoid exerting too much physical effort to prevent the toxin from spreading further," Gabriella continued to advise. "As for medication, just follow the previous regimen. There's no particularly effective drug right now anyway."

"Alright, got it." Dahlia answered and felt even more burdened. Gabriella's words were not optimistic about Micah's condition.

"Forgive me for being blunt," Gabriella hesitated but finally said, "This surgery can at most stabilize him for a month, but after that, it's uncertain. I suggest you take care of any necessary matters within this month, including his will..." Before Gabriella could finish, she saw the grim faces of Andrew and the bodyguards and stopped. "Forget I said anything."

"Dr. Perez, I'll take you to the guest room to rest," Dahlia said as she quickly escorted Gabriella out.