Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 496 Favoring Children

Nick always wanted to compete with Micah for everything, striving for equality, which was why he never won his father's favor, and the two argued for a lifetime. Moreover, over a decade ago, Nick had caused a scene at his father's birthday celebration, enraging him so severely that he suffered a stroke.

Fortunately, the Clemens family had a professional medical team. After several years of treatment, his father eventually recovered...

Since then, Micah never let her meet his grandfather alone again.

Arriving at the special hospital ward, Micah didn't go up with Nick right away but waited for Dahlia's call.

"Do we really need to do this? I told you, I just cracked the whip a few times, I didn't touch her," Nick complained with an irritated frown. "We're already downstairs, and you're still not letting me go up?" "If everything checks out, then naturally I'll let you go up."

Micah sincerely hoped he could take Nick upstairs. At least then, Sadie would be safe. If her injuries were merely superficial, he wouldn't be fussing over her now. But if Sadie was harmed, he was prepared to confront Nick without mercy. "Pathetic!" Nick scoffed derisively. "Father should never have chosen you as the heir. For the sake of a woman, you disregard family ties. How can a person like that be in charge?"

"I'm naturally not as callous as you, uncle," Micah responded coolly. "Unfortunately for you, you've already been cast out by Grandpa, and the Clemens family doesn't have another heir. If not me, then who? Alan?" "You..." Nick's rage transformed his countenance into a mask of steel, his icy gaze radiating a palpable menace. He might have tolerated Micah's opposition, but belittling his son was something he couldn't endure. "Alan is naive and kind, just hasn't come into his own yet. One day, he will surpass you." Nick glared at Micah with indignation. "Also, that grudge from the last time you hit him, I'll settle that with you sooner or later." Micah couldn't be bothered to continue the argument, his gaze dropping to his smartphone.

Soon, Dahlia called, "Mr. Clemens Miss Roth's been hurt pretty bad. Her back is lashed open, but there's no other serious damage, and she wasn't assaulted in any... uh, particular way. That's all we can confirm for now. I'm still running some deeper checks. Need a bit more time."

"Alright." Micah let out a small sigh of relief and looked up glaring at Nick. "I've noted this debt."

"Fine, we'll settle up later," Nick replied with a sneer. "Can we go in now?"

Micah gestured and the bodyguards cleared the way.

Nick, with Selina in tow, stepped into the elevator.

Silas was waiting at the door of the ward. Upon seeing Nick, he nodded respectfully, "Nick, you are here!"

"Silas, long time no see," Nick returned the greeting respectfully.

"It has been a while," Silas said with a smile. "You still carry yourself well, Nick."

"Thank you." Nick gave a slight smile and followed the medical staff to the next room to change into an isolation gown.

After changing, Silas and Micah personally escorted him into the ward.

Andrew and Selina waited outside they exchanged a glance, full of mutual disdain, then turned away from each other.

Nick entered the room and saw his father lying in the bed. The cold hostility that he had carried with him vanished, replaced by a complex mix of emotions.

Love, resentment, and even hatred...

After a long moment, Nick approached the bed to get a closer look at his father, his expression filled with sorrow.

Nick opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't replace the words.

Seeing Nick like this, Silas softened and said quietly, "Your father's been thinking of you. In his dreams, in his confusion, he's called out your name." "Really?" Nick was visibly surprised, as if he couldn't believe his own ears.

"Of course, it's true..."

While Silas was speaking, Micah's grandfather stirred, showing signs of waking up and mumbling something with his mouth agape. Nick quickly leaned in to listen...