Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 796 Trust

When her illness flared up, her consciousness was unclear. Sadie couldn't remember who she had bitten, and she wasn't even sure if she had actually bitten anyone. Without much thought, she buried herself in his chest and continued sleeping.

After a while, the phone beside the bed vibrated, startling Micah awake. He opened his eyes to replace that it was already dawn, and it was Andrew calling. He needed to go back soon, or Grandpa Clemens would replace out.

Micah got up gently, afraid of waking Sadie.

But she woke up anyway, opening her eyes drowsily and asking, "What's wrong?"

"Sorry for waking you up," Micah said, looking at her beautiful face with reluctance, "I have to go."

"Okay." Sadie turned over, facing away from him to continue sleeping.

Micah leaned over and kissed her shoulder before reluctantly pulling away. He quickly got dressed, and left through the window.

Sadie didn't look back, but she could sense his agility from the wind.

From a rational perspective, Micah was by no means an ordinary person.

However, deep down, she had an inexplicable trust in him.

'Let him go!'

With that thought, Sadie fell back asleep once again.

Micah ran all the way, leaping into the hot spring villa from the backyard, landing right outside Grandpa Clemens' window.

Grandpa Clemens was already up, sitting in his wheelchair, sipping tea facing the French windows.

Micah immediately leaped up onto the second-floor balcony.

Grandpa Clemens looked up with alert, without seeing anything, but still felt uneasy. "What's going on? I feel like something jumped past the window just now." "Maybe it's a cat." Silas speculated. "It's said that Mr. Arthur keeps many cats here, wandering around freely."

"Go check if Micah is up." Grandpa Clemens felt something was amiss.

"I just checked; he's still asleep," Silas replied, "It's only eight o'clock now. He was up late last night, so let him sleep a bit longer."

"No matter how busy he is, he gets up at six in the morning for exercise." Grandpa Clemens frowned. "Today, he's still asleep at eight. Something must be wrong." "Alright. I'll go check."

Silas turned to leave when there was a knock on the door, and Andrew's voice came through. "Grandpa Clemens. Mr. Clemens wonders if you are up? Would you like to have breakfast together?" Silas and Grandpa Clemens exchanged a glance, and Silas hurried to open the door. "Mr. Clemens is up."

"Just got up. He's washing," Andrew said with a smile, "Ms. Lingston is up too. Shall I prepare breakfast?"

"Sure, go ahead." Silas nodded.

"Got it." Andrew left.

Silas glanced upstairs at the master bedroom. The maid reported that she was delivering clothes, and Micah's voice came from inside. "Come in."

Then, the maid opened the door and went in.

Silas closed the door and turned to Grandpa Clemens, saying, "See? I told you there's nothing wrong, but you didn't believe me."

"Okay." Grandpa Clemens nodded. "Maybe I was overly suspicious."

"Yeah. Don't worry too much," Silas advised earnestly," Mr. Clemens and Ms. Lingston are getting along well."

"I hope so." Grandpa Clemens sighed in relief. "After breakfast, I'll go back. Three of my great-grandchildren are staying at home with no one looking after them. I can't help worrying about them." "Alright. I'll prepare a car right away." Silas smiled and nodded.

Andrew instructed the servants to prepare breakfast and then went upstairs.

At this moment, Micah had changed into fresh clothes and was fixing his hair in front of the mirror. "Did Grandpa Clemens suspect anything?"

"He shouldn't have. I saw the bodyguards preparing the car, so I guess after breakfast, Grandpa Clemens will leave." Andrew breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good, that's a relief." Micah put on his shoes, ready to head downstairs, when Alan hurriedly came to report, "Micah, Joe is here!"