Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 927 There Be Someone Else

"Please don't say that" Ella quickly gestured in sign language. "I treated Mia like family. If she's in trouble, I can't just stand idly by and do nothing. Besides, I'm a doctor; it's what I should do." "Yes!" Nelson repeatedly agreed. "A doctor has a heart of a parent."

He emphasized the phrase "a heart of a parent" heavily, wanting Micah to know that Ella treats Mia just like her own daughter.

"Have a rest first. The room is ready," Andrew quickly stepped forward to greet them, "Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Lingston."

"You're welcome. It's the least I can do." Nelson smiled at him.

Andrew had someone take them to the ward, but as he watched their departing figures, Andrew's brow remained furrowed. Although there seemed to be no loopholes, he always felt that something was amiss.

But right now, Micah and Mia's condition were more important than anything else. He couldn't worry about much else.

"Micah, you go rest. We'll take care of things here. There won't be any more accident," Dahlia assured confidently, "Once Mia spits out the poisoned blood, things will be easier."

"Make sure to watch closely. No accidents should happen." Micah reminded.

Micah's heart had been tied in knots all along. Without seeing Mia walk out of the ward safe and sound, calling him daddy sweetly, he couldn't find any peace of mind.

"I will. Don't worry." Dahlia said, then hurried in to check on Mia.

"Silas, everything is settled here. You should go back to Mr. Raymond Clemens. You've been out for so long, Mr. Raymond Clemens must be worried," Andrew said with concern, "And you didn't even sleep last night; you should go back and rest."

"Alright. I should go back." Silas nodded. "Mr. Micah Clemens, I'll take Nathan over. He was scared and didn't sleep last night. He just fell asleep this morning. It's not good for him to stay here, and you also need to focus on taking care of things. He'll be better with me and Mr. Raymond Clemens will feel better seeing him." Silas reassured Micah.

"Okay." Micah gestured. "I'll go see him and explain it to him."

Nathan curled up in bed with a small pillow, sleeping soundly. The saliva drooling on the pillow drew a picture. The sight of him sleeping made Micah smiled faintly.

Nathan could always make people relax. Micah had initially worried he would cry and fuss, but now he was sleeping so soundly that not even thunder could wake him. "Nathan, you're such a good boy!" Silas chuckled.

"You two should go over soon. He'll have many questions when he wakes up." Micah gently stroked Nathan's hair. "Nathan is a real chatterbox."

"Okay!" Silas gestured.

Oliver picked up Nathan and tucked him in a small blanket.

Nathan turned over, snuggling into Oliver's arms, sucking with his little mouth.

Oliver was at a loss whether to laugh or cry at the scene.

"Alright. Go." Micah urged.

Silas quickly took Nathan away, laughing as he walked. "Is he heavy?"

"He's about the same as Noah. Actually, he's several kilograms heavier than him," Oliver answered

"He eats more than Noah." Silas added.

As they left, Micah's smile slowly faded, a cold glint quietly appearing in his eyes. He instructed in a low voice, "Tell Rylan to revisit the Velvet Spoon Bistro, retrieve the surveillance footage, and scrutinize it frame by frame." "Micah, do you suspect that it's not Tristan who poisoned, but someone else?" Andrew bent down to whisper.

"Although Tristan is ruthless, he is still a prideful man. If it were really him, he wouldn't deny it." Micah carefully recalled Tristan's reaction. "When I accused him of poisoning, he was furious, showing that he was truly wronged. Since it's not him, then it must be someone else!"