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

"We'll keep it confidential, but you need urgent treatment," Dahlia said, worried. "If you don't trust our doctors, we can get someone from abroad..." "Enough," Micah interrupted. "Leave."

"Mr. Clemens..." Dahlia tried again, but Andrew's stern look stopped her. She bowed her head and left.

Andrew knew once Micah made up his mind, no one could change it.

"Is this about Ella?" Andrew asked. "When she was caught, she tried to poison Ms. James. You protected Ms. James."

"Probably," Micah replied. "The poison just splashed a bit on my face. I didn't think it could affect me."

"Ella's despicable," Andrew said, gritting his teeth.

Micah remembered Ella's parting words: "You really love her. Too bad you'll never be together. Soon, you'll join me in hell."

Her face was twisted, her eyes sinister. But he didn't care; he thought he was invincible.

"I'll look for an antidote," Andrew said. "Bryan and Nelson might know something. I'll also check Ella's old pharmacy."

"It's been too long; even if there's an antidote, it's useless," Micah said calmly. "Don't waste your time."

"We have to try," Andrew insisted. "We can't just do nothing."

He hurried out.

Micah sat on the sofa, drinking. Though he seemed calm, his expression darkened.

Nathan's voice came from outside. "Dad, are you awake? Let's have breakfast together."

"Go downstairs. I'll be there in ten minutes," Micah replied.

He went to the bathroom to wash up and change. Looking in the mirror, he felt a mix of emotions. He looked the same but was now a high-risk patient. He had to hold on; he had many things to do. Taking a deep breath, he washed his face with cold water, changed clothes, and went to join Nathan. Nathan, in stylish casual wear, was feeding Little Coco breakfast.

Seeing Micah, he greeted, "Dad! Good morning!"

"Nathan, good morning." Micah patted his head. "What are your plans today?"

"I can't go to school, so I'll practice boxing with Rodolfo," Nathan said. "But Rodolfo's been in a bad mood lately."

Micah glanced at Rodolfo, who quickly looked down, pale with fear.

"I'll practice with you today," Micah said, rolling up his sleeves. "After practice, we'll play soccer."

"Really? That's great," Nathan cheered.

"Finish your breakfast first," Micah handed him a glass of milk. "Drink more milk to grow taller."

"Okay," Nathan nodded. "I drink two glasses of milk every day. I want to be as tall as you, Dad."

"You should aim to be taller than me," Micah said gently. "Nathan, besides boxing and sports, what else do you like?" "Airplanes, cars, everything," Nathan said excitedly. "Dad, when I grow up, will you teach me to drive and fly a plane?"