Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 841 A Stroke of Luck in Misfortune

"The Lingston family is doomed sooner or later," Rylan said bluntly, "But now that Nelson has come to you for help, how will you respond?"

"I won't bother with him." Micah frowned. "He made mistakes and should take responsibility for himself. The Lingston family should solve their own problems." He was already facing many difficulties, struggling to keep himself afloat, with little room to spare for others.

"Understood. If he calls again, I'll replace a way to decline." Rylan nodded.

Soon, the car arrived at the hospital.

Dahlia was waiting at the entrance and hurried towards Micah's car. "Micah."

"How is it?" Micah quickened his pace towards the hospital.

"Grandpa Clemens has passed the critical period," Dahlia said solemnly, "but the situation is still very precarious. We need to observe for another 24 hours."

Micah relaxed slightly; the absence of a life-threatening situation was indeed a stroke of luck in misfortune.

"What exactly happened? How did Grandpa Clemens fall?" Micah furrowed his brow, questioning.

"This is the surveillance video from the amusement park. You'll understand once you see it." Dahlia handed the tablet to Micah.

As Micah watched, his frown deepened. It was clear that Grandpa Clemens had made a mistake. Despite Noah being secured with a safety harness, he still rushed to catch him, resulting in his falling. "Mr. Clemens, you're finally back."

Silas hurried over, his bloodshot eyes showing signs of distress.

"Grandpa Clemens is..." Micah was both anxious and frustrated. "He's getting old, well over a hundred years old now. Can he take good care of himself?"

"Grandpa Clemens cares too much about the children," Silas choked up as he spoke, "Two years ago, he fell and spent two months in the hospital. He never fully recovered, and now, after this fall, although there's no immediate danger to his life..."

"It's okay." Micah patted Silas on the shoulder, comforting him. "Grandpa Clemens is a strong man. He won't easily falter."

"I hope so," Silas said with red eyes, "Grandpa Clemens is still in a coma. I'll stay here with him. You should take the three children back and comfort them, especially young Master Noah. I'm worried about the emotional burden on him." "They're still at the hospital?" Micah furrowed his brow.

"They were brought to the hospital right after the incident," Dahlia explained quickly, "I tried to console them several times and suggested they go back to rest, but they refused to leave, especially Nathan and Mia. They fell asleep in the waiting room around 1 a.m., but Noah..."

"Young Master Noah is still by Grandpa Clemens' bedside," Silas added, "I tried to persuade him to rest, but he remained silent. I'm very concerned about him. Noah may appear calm and indifferent, but he values emotions the most." "I see." Micah quickened his pace and arrived outside Grandpa Clemens' room.

Sure enough, Noah was wearing a protective suit, sitting quietly by Grandpa Clemens' bed, resembling a small statue, silent and unmoving.

Micah felt a tap on his shoulder and assumed it was Silas. Without turning around, Noah, in a low voice, said, "I don't want to sleep. I want to stay here with Grandpa Clemens." "Grandpa Clemens is already asleep. You should go back to rest." Micah's firm and serious voice came from behind.

Noah shuddered and turned around, looking surprised. "Dad! You're back!"

"I heard about Grandpa Clemens' accident and rushed back overnight," Micah said, squatting down and gently supporting Noah's shoulder. "Come on, let's go home." "But..."

"Stop," Micah interrupted him, "After I take you all back, I'll come back to stay with Grandpa Clemens. You need to be obedient!"

This statement worked like a charm, and Noah immediately nodded. "Okay!"