Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 887 Planning for My Lifetime

Grandpa Clemens's cracked lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound.

"It's 4:30 in the morning now. Children are all asleep," Micah understood Grandpa Clemens's thoughts. "When you feel better, I'll bring them to see you." Grandpa Clemens blinked and relaxed a lot.

"They ask every day when Grandpa Clemens will go back." Micah deliberately provoked him. "Noah blames himself, saying Grandpa Clemens fell because of him." Grandpa Clemens's emotions suddenly became agitated.

"Mr. Clemens," Silas urged.

"I know, I told him it wasn't his fault." Micah quickly reassured, "But as you know, Noah is the smartest and most sensible child. On the surface, he seems fine, but he has been hoping for your return, so please cooperate with the treatment and come home soon."

"Okay." Grandpa Clemens nodded laboriously.

"Rest well. I'll be here with you." Micah tucked Grandpa Clemens in, gently patting his shoulder, soothing him to sleep like he would do to the children.

Grandpa Clemens's tense mood gradually calmed down, and he slowly fell asleep.

The doctor checked on Grandpa Clemens again and then left.

Silas brought a chair for Micah. "Mr. Clemens, why don't you sit for a while? It's tiring to bend over like this."

Micah sat on the chair, holding Grandpa Clemens's hand, quietly gazing at him.

In the past, Micah always felt that Grandpa Clemens was domineering and controlling, causing irreparable mistakes. Especially in Sadie's case, he truly resented him. He resented him for two whole years. It was just because he was Grandpa Clemens, his close relative, that he couldn't hate him, only resent him. However, all this resentment dissolved and he felt at peace at this moment. He only hoped that Grandpa Clemens would get better, scold him for a few more years, and cane him a few more times. That way, he would feel more at ease.

"Mr. Clemens," Silas softly advised, "Why don't you take a nap on the sofa? Grandpa Clemens is asleep now, and it may be hours before he wakes up."

"You go rest. I want to stay with Grandpa Clemens."

Micah's gaze never left Grandpa Clemens, and memories of Grandpa Clemens from the past began to surface in his mind, from a majestic and commanding presence gradually aging. Perhaps one day, he would turn to ashes and disappear forever from this world.

Silas handed Micah a coat, feeling emotional. "Jerry also told me, I..."

Before Silas could finish his sentence, he choked up and couldn't continue.

"I've been with Grandpa Clemens for seventy years. In this lifetime, we've been inseparable," Silas choked. "It can be said that his wife and children haven't spent as much time with him as I have. I really hope I can spend more time with him." "Of course." Micah smiled. "The doctor said as long as Grandpa Clemens eats well, drinks well, sleeps well, and stays in a good mood every day, he can live longer." Silas was stunned. "Really?"

"Of course." Micah said casually, "So I can't afford to be angry with him in the future. I have to pamper him, indulge him, and hold him every day." Silas burst into laughter. "That's tough for you."

"I have no choice. He's Grandpa Clemens, after all." Micah's lips curved into a warm smile. "He planned for my whole life. I owe him too much." "Mr. Clemens, you've grown up." Silas sighed deeply.

"I'm already a dad. I should grow up." Micah smiled bitterly.

"Are the children really at home?" Silas couldn't help but ask.

"Ethan has already told you, right?" Micah knew that Sadie's situation could no longer be hidden.