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

Sadie hung up, staring at her phone with a mix of emotions. She quickly shook it off and turned to hang with the kids.

Meanwhile, Micah was sprawled on his bed, phone in hand, his bare chest hooked up to all sorts of tubes and needles.

After a couple of weeks of treatment, he was looking like a shadow of his former self-skinny, sunken eyes, the whole nine yards. It was rough.

No one even knew if this treatment was gonna work. No signs of getting better yet.

But he had no choice. It was just the beginning, and he had to tough it out a bit longer to see any light at the end of the tunnel.

The docs kept saying this treatment was brutal. Most folks wouldn't make it without some serious willpower.

Back when Sadie was treated, she was already out cold, but Micah wasn't so lucky.

He was wide awake for his treatment, and to keep his brain safe, they couldn't use any anesthesia.

For the past couple of weeks, he felt like a lab rat, enduring endless pain. It was more than most people could handle. The fact that he was still hanging on was a miracle. Today, he felt a bit better and even managed to make a call.

"Mr. Clemens, things are a mess in Country E right now. Tristan mainly considered safety when he had Ms. James take the kids to Country C," Andrew said, trying to calm him down.

"If Tristan's enemies track them to Grapetown Heights, they'll be in danger," Micah muttered, closing his eyes in pain, gripping the phone like Sadie and the kids were still on the other end. "Should I notify Rylan to go over?" Andrew asked carefully.

"Don't mess with their lives. Protect them quietly," Micah said, struggling. "And check on them daily. Report back to me."

"Got it," Andrew nodded.

"You need to rest now; don't overthink it. You need to heal," the doc advised from the side. "You shouldn't have made that call today; it could mess with your treatment."

"I won't die," Micah murmured, drifting into a hazy sleep, Sadie's image popping into his mind.

He saw her standing under the grape trellis, smiling at him like she was saying, "I'll wait for you. Wait for you to come back."

His strong willpower was keeping him going, telling himself to live, to definitely live.

He'd go to Country F and bring her and the kids home.

Andrew looked at Micah's pained expression and felt a pang of sadness. From day one, he saw Micah as an unstoppable hero. He really hoped he'd get better soon.

Andrew passed Micah's orders to Rylan, who immediately headed to Country F and started investigating which estate in Grapetown Heights Sadie and Joe were staying at. The air in Grapetown Heights was always damp and sticky.

On the third day at the vineyard, after the morning treatment, Sadie and Joe took the kids to the farm to pick veggies and fruits, then to the flower field to pick flowers. The kids were having a blast, working and playing.

Even Hubert was digging the life here, sitting in the carriage, leisurely smoking, watching the kids laugh and chase each other in the fields, a warm smile on his face. Percy, next to him, couldn't help but sigh, "This life ain't bad."

"Yeah, it's pretty good," Hubert said, looking at the distant horizon, feeling a bit uneasy. "But the weather's about to change."

"Is it gonna rain?" Percy muttered, looking up at the sky filled with dark clouds. "Looks like a heavy rain's coming."