Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1414 Make You Whatever You Want

Andrew muttered, "Ms. James is too kind-hearted and probably doesn't want to push things too far. But as a man, I can't just let this slide. Sure, the guy who shot Annika got taken out by Ms. James, but the real villains are still the Louis Family." He continued, his voice icy, "I did some digging. Those hitmen were supposedly hired by Joe, but they were really taking orders from Duke Louis. He messed with Ms. James before and got punished by you. He might've returned the investment funds, but he wasn't happy about it and kept plotting against Ms. James. You've warned them over and over, but they keep crossing the line, like they don't take us seriously!"

Micah raised his hand, his voice filled with anger, "You go... run the shareholders' meeting. Tell them... we're stripping the Louis Family of their shares, and the Clemens Group... will never... work with them again!" "Got it!" Andrew nodded firmly.

"And Joe," Micah added, frowning, "keep him... locked up for at least half a month."

"Yes!" Andrew replied.

Micah waved his hand weakly. "Go now."

"I'll get on it. Ms. James should be here soon..." As Andrew was speaking, Sadie walked in, followed by Rebecca with a food cart, smiling, "Mr. Clemens, glad to see you're awake. Ms. James made you some porridge." "Smells good," Sadie said with a smile.

"Ms. James, I'll leave Mr. Clemens to you. Got some things to handle," Andrew said, bowing to Sadie before hurrying out. Rebecca also found an excuse to leave.

Sadie lifted the silver cover, revealing a bowl of porridge. It looked more like soup.

"You're... giving me... this to eat?" Micah frowned, feeling like Sadie was treating him poorly.

He'd been in a coma for three days without a drop of water, and now he was so weak from hunger. She was giving him this? If this wasn't mistreatment, then what was?

"The doctor said you can only have liquids for now," Sadie gently explained. "I know you don't like sweet things, so this is all you can have."

"Can't it be some other kind of soup?" Micah looked at the soup with disdain.

"You haven't eaten for days. You can't have anything too greasy now," Sadie said, sitting by the bed with the soup. "Be good."

Micah had no choice but to obediently drink the soup.

Sadie, like caring for a child, blew on the soup to cool it before feeding him, afraid he might get burned. She even placed a napkin under his chin to prevent the soup from dripping on him. "I'm not... a baby!" Micah said, somewhat speechless.

"I'm used to it. It's easier this way," Sadie said with a smile. "When Noah, Nathan, and Mia were little, I used to feed them like this. Now they're almost seven years old."

"In two months... they'll be seven," Micah sighed, thinking about the kids' upcoming birthday and wondering if he could hold on until then.

"Yeah, time flies," Sadie said as she fed him the soup and chatted with him. "You need to get well. Once you're better, we can go back to Blissful Lane 1 together. Brenda's things are all there. I've been wanting to organize them but haven't had the time."

"Okay," Micah nodded, looking up at her, thinking how wonderful it would be if she could always be this gentle.

"I know the soup doesn't taste great, but you have to bear with it. After these three days, I'll make you something delicious," Sadie coaxed him.

"And pizza too!" Micah remembered the pizza she used to make, which was also very tasty.

"Sure, once you're better, I'll make you whatever you want," Sadie said with a cheerful smile.