Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 886 Not Much Time Left

Micah hurried to the hospital with people. Oliver was waiting at the door. When he saw the car coming, he rushed to greet them, "Mr. Clemens!" "How is he?" Micah asked.

"He woke up an hour ago, but the doctor was afraid it was only temporary. So after observing for a while and confirming that Grandpa Clemens had really awakened, Silas was informed to notify you," Oliver said. Micah quickened his pace and arrived at the special ward.

Jerry and several experts were waiting at the door. When they saw Micah coming, they quickly greeted him, "Mr. Clemens, let's talk somewhere else."

Micah glanced at the ward and followed them to the side corridor. "What's the situation?"

"Mr. Clemens." Jerry said cautiously, "The news I have next might not be very optimistic. Please prepare yourself mentally."

"Go on." Micah frowned.

"Grandpa Clemens was able to wake up early this time mainly due to his strong willpower. However, his body functions have aged significantly, and with two falls in the past two years, the impact has been substantial. This time, it's likely..." Jerry hesitated, afraid to continue.

"Likely what?" Micah demanded, displeased, "Spit it out all at once."

"Likely not much time left to live." Jerry finally got to the point, then looked at Micah fearfully, afraid of his reaction.

But Micah remained surprisingly calm. In fact, he had already prepared himself mentally. Grandpa Clemens was 98 years old, which was considered a long life even in an ordinary family. If not for the fall two years ago, he should still be quite robust.

However, that one fall had weakened him significantly, and this recent fall further exacerbated his condition.

It was a miracle that he had awakened at all.

"How much time does he have?" Micah inquired further.

"Well..." Jerry looked at the experts.

Fred cautiously replied, "Up to half a year or even less..."

Fred paused, then said tactfully, "It really depends on the situation. If he stays in good spirits and living conditions, it might be more than six months. But absolutely no more shocks or injuries; otherwise, there will truly be no hope." Though the words were gentle, the message was clear.

Grandpa Clemens likely had only a few months left, depending on his mood.

In any case, Grandpa Clemens couldn't afford any more shocks.

"Alright, I understand," Micah said solemnly, "Thank you all for your hard work." With that, he turned and went to change into the isolation gown.

Jerry and the experts were stunned, first looking at each other, and then feeling somewhat uneasy.

Fred whispered, "What's wrong with Mr. Clemens? If it were years ago, upon hearing this news, he would have surely been furious. Today, he's surprisingly calm."

"He probably had already mentally prepared himself," another expert doctor said, "After all, Grandpa Clemens is 98 years old. Being in his current state is already quite remarkable." "No, Mr. Clemens wasn't this easygoing before."

"Maybe he has matured since he is the father of three kids." The dean sighed. "Well, let's not talk about this now. It'll be over when he hears us later."

Micah changed into his clothes and entered the ward.

Grandpa Clemens squinted at the door as if waiting for something. When he saw Micah approaching, his hand moved slightly, and there was a glimmer in his eyes.

Micah immediately walked up, held Grandpa Clemens' hand, and softly called out, "Grandpa."

Since childhood, he enjoyed bantering with Grandpa Clemens, often challenging him to assert his own authority, to be free, to be in charge, and not be controlled all his life. But now, Grandpa Clemens no longer had the strength to control him, to scold him as before, to shout at him, or to hit him with his cane.

He suddenly felt lost and sad.