Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 391 The Poison Was My Doing

However, Nelson's words were overshadowed by Micah, and only Silas, who stood by his side, heard them.

Seeing Micah step forward, Nelson held back from any further action.

"What else do you have to say?" Micah's grandfather pointed at him with his cane, his voice filled with unforgivable fury. "Is what Amelia said true? Is it true this woman has put stuff in Ryan's coffee?"

"Yes, it's true." Micah nodded in admission. "But this poisoning, it really wasn't her doing."

"You dare defend her?" Micah's grandfather's face turned ashen with rage. "I'm telling you, no one is going to save her today, not even if God showed up to plead her case!"

"Calm down, sir." Nelson quickly interjected, "Let's talk this out."

"Drag this wicked woman away," Micah's grandfather demanded, rising to his feet with his cane, seething with anger. "If you try to interfere again, I won't just hand her over to the cops-I'll exact justice on her right here and now!" "You wouldn't dare!" Micah's voice thundered with defiance.

"Watch me!" Micah's grandfather was utterly provoked.

Sadie tensed up, not daring to make a single move. She could feel the murderous intent radiating from Micah's grandfather, even more foreboding than Micah's...

If the standoff continued, she feared she might truly die here...

"You can't lay a hand on her."

Micah was starting to panic; he knew that although his grandfather hadn't shed blood in decades, the ferocity within him couldn't be concealed.

"There's nobody I can't touch if I decide to!" Micah's grandfather sneered ominously. "That includes you!"

Micah clenched his fists, his brow furrowed as he looked at Sadie, before blurting out, "You really can't touch her because... Because it wasn't her who poisoned the coffee. It was me!"

Everyone was shocked at his confession. They all stared at Micah in disbelief, including Sadie and Amelia!!

Amelia's eyes were wide with astonishment as if she couldn't believe her own ears. Her hands involuntarily clutched the blanket, nearly tearing the silk fabric.

"What did you say?" Micah's grandfather's eyes widened in shock.

"I..." Micah thought quickly, fabricating a lie on the spot. "I didn't want to be forced into marriage, so I had Andrew slip something into Amelia's coffee."

Andrew stood there, dumbfounded.

"The substance wouldn't harm Amelia. It would've just caused a stomachache at most," Micah continued to elaborate his lie, "Probably Andrew used a bit too much, which is why Amelia ended up vomiting blood and passing out!" Andrew's lips quivered, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. 'Micah, oh Micah, you played the hero, sacrificing yourself for others. Just don't drag me into this mess!'

"Based on my calculations, Amelia should have had a reaction ten minutes earlier," Micah whispered, his voice fading. "Perhaps skipping lunch caused the medication to take effect more slowly. By the time everyone learned of the engagement, it had just kicked in..."

Micah's voice trailed off as Micah's grandfather, shaken with anger, approached him step by step, leaning on his cane-a once fierce wolf still capable of lethal force.

"Grandpa, please calm down..." Nelson hurried to Micah's grandfather's side, desperately trying to defuse the situation. "Amelia is fine now. Let's just forget this happened, shall we?" With that, Nelson exchanged a meaningful glance with Amelia.

"Yes, yes, Grandpa, I'm fine now. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore. Let's just let it go," Amelia pleaded for Micah, anxiously attempting to get out of bed.

But it was too late...

"You ungrateful wretch!" Micah's grandfather's hand trembled as he delivered a resounding slap to Micah's cheek.

The sound echoed throughout the room.

Dahlia, Andrew, Rylan, and the rest of the underlings shivered in fear. They stepped back and lowered their heads, not daring to look.