Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 392 A Resounding Slap

Sadie stood petrified, eyes wide in shock, staring at Micah. Micah's head was tilted, his brow furrowed, not saying a word.

A bright red mark swiftly bloomed on his cheek, the imprint of a hand slowly materializing...

"I never laid a hand on you throughout your childhood," Micah's grandfather said in a terrifyingly low voice, a murderous look still in his eyes. You were smart, obedient, and understanding, never a disappointment. Until now—"

"I am not a puppet!" Micah cut him off sharply. "Nor am I your tool to fix mistakes!"

"What did you say?" Micah's grandfather's voice shook, his gaze stunned.

"Isn't it true?" Micah's mocking sneer cut through the air. "My father was trapped in a love affair and died unexpectedly, so you pinned all your hopes on me. You strictly controlled my relationships, who I dated, whom I married, even who I befriended-all had to have your approval!"

"Micah..."

"What? Was one slap not enough?" Micah lifted his chin defiantly. "Then go ahead, give me a few more. Consider them returned!"

"You-inexcusable beast..." Micah's grandfather trembled with fury, raising his hand for another strike.

"Mr. Clemens..." Nelson hastily rushed over to intervene, "Please, calm down. Take it easy!"

"Grandpa, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault." Amelia hurried over and grasped at Micah's grandfather's sleeve, her voice quivering with tears. "Please don't hit Micah anymore! Don't be hard on him, please!"

Micah, annoyed, simply closed his eyes briefly and then turned to leave...

"Stop right there!" Micah's grandfather bellowed from behind.

Micah didn't slow down in the slightest. He just kept walking away without a backward glance.

"Mr. Clemens!" Andrew quickly followed after him.

Everyone else hung their heads low in the room, not daring to make a sound.

Only Sadie stood there, stunned, staring at the direction Micah had left, seemingly unable to snap back to reality...

She couldn't believe it. To protect her, Micah had stood up against his grandfather and even taken the blame for her, resulting in that harsh slap...

Micah was such a proud person; it wasn't just about getting hit-for him, even a slight lack of respect in someone's words could warrant punishment. But today...

In front of all these people, Micah's grandfather had struck him!!

To get slapped was one thing, but for a man like him, his dignity and pride were more precious than his own life...

"Femme fatale!" Micah's grandfather glared furiously at Sadie.

Sadie bowed her head, not daring to breathe too loudly.

"Mr. Clemens, let's just leave it," Nelson implored anxiously. Micah has already said it. Whatever happened with the poisoning, it must have been a misunderstanding. Let's just chalk it up as a favor for me and put an end to this matter. No further pursuit."

With that, he cast a knowing glance at Amelia...

In a rush, Amelia began crying out, "Grandpa, I won't press this matter. Let's not pursue it any further. Don't let this incident affect your relationship with Micah. I don't want him to resent me, please."

"If it weren't for their pleading today, you'd be done for!" Micah's grandfather pointed at Sadie, his warning sharp and fierce, "Get out, and don't let me see your face again!"

Sadie picked herself up from the ground and quietly left.

Dahlia gave a sign, and a medic quickly followed to support her.

"Mr. Clemens, let's all just cool off." Nelson soothed, "This is Micah's company, and we shouldn't overstay our welcome. I'll take Amelia home now."

"Alright," Micah's grandfather patted the back of his hand, "That boy lacks discipline. I'm sorry you had to go through this today. Later, I'll make sure he receives a proper lesson."

"Don't say that," Nelson, well over 100 years old, said with his usual good temper, "It's normal for kids to grow up and have their own ideas. Don't be angry anymore. I'll replace some time to have a chat with him alone." "Okay."