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

The next morning, Sadie woke up to find a missed call from Andrew. She freaked out a bit and called him back right away. "Hey, Andrew, did you call me last night? What's up? Is Micah worse?" she asked, her voice full of worry.

"No, no," Andrew said, glancing at Micah and choosing his words carefully. "I just wanted to check on Annika. I called to see if you were awake, and if you were, I was gonna ask you to come back and keep an eye on Mr. Clemens." "Oh, you scared me," Sadie sighed in relief. "I thought something bad happened to him."noveldrama

"He's okay," Andrew started, but then quickly corrected himself after seeing Micah's expression. "Well, he was fine last night, but this morning he's not feeling too great again."

"What happened?" Sadie asked, her anxiety spiking. "Did you call the doctor? I'm coming over right now."

"Yeah, let's talk when you get here," Andrew replied.

After hanging up, Andrew noticed the satisfied smile on Micah's face and knew his plan had worked. He let out a sigh of relief. "Ms. James will be back soon to keep you company, so..."

Micah cut him off, surprisingly agreeable. "Once she's back, you can go be with Annika. You shouldn't leave your girlfriend alone in the hospital; that's not cool."

Andrew's face lit up. "Thank you, Mr. Clemens," he said, genuinely grateful.

"But be careful with your words," Micah reminded him. "I didn't force her to come back."

"Got it, I understand!" Andrew nodded eagerly.

Micah grumbled, "Help me freshen up first. I've been lying here for days and must smell awful."

Andrew nodded. "Okay."

Sadie didn't even have time for breakfast with the kids and rushed back to Half Mountain Villa.

She jumped out of the car, dashed upstairs, and burst into the room, looking all flustered.

"Micah..." She stopped, stunned.

Micah was lying in bed, casually munching on pizza made by Rebecca.

As soon as he saw Sadie, he quickly put on a serious face and pretended to be weak. "No appetite... take it away..."

Andrew hurriedly took the pizza away, acting all worried. "Mr. Clemens, what will we do if you can't eat anything every day?"

"What happened?" Sadie asked, rushing over. "Is the wound hurting again? Or are there other symptoms? Andrew, did you call the doctor?"

Andrew sighed. "It's just the wound hurting so much he couldn't sleep all night. I suggested calling the doctor, but Mr. Clemens refused."

"How can you not call the doctor? Call Dr. Perez right now," Sadie urged, her voice rising with concern.

"I did," Andrew said, glancing at Micah. Pretending to be downcast, he added, "Dr. Perez said she's done all she can, and now there's nothing more she can do. We just have to endure it." "Isn't there any pain medication?" Sadie asked, looking at Micah with deep concern.

"The pain medication isn't working anymore," Andrew replied, sounding more pitiful. "The main issue is the deep wound on his head."

Micah dry-coughed a few times, signaling Andrew to stop. He had only been hit by a vase, but Andrew's description made it sound like he was on the brink of death, and Sadie might start to get suspicious. Of course, at this moment, he didn't know that Sadie already knew his true condition.

"It's all my fault," Sadie said, her voice heavy with guilt. "You can't eat pizza; you shouldn't have greasy food these days. I'll make you some porridge."

With that, she turned to leave.

"Ms. James," Andrew quickly stepped in. "I'll have Rebecca do it. You stay with Mr. Clemens."

Sadie hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay, fine," she agreed, sitting down by Micah's bedside. She gently touched his forehead, her brow furrowing with concern. "Let me see, do you have a fever?" Micah managed a weak smile. "I won't die," he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual strength.

Despite his words, Micah still looked extremely fragile. He had noticed that the weaker he pretended to be, the more worried Sadie became. Seeing her worry made him very happy.