Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 972 Why Bother?

"She will be sent away tomorrow. Please hold back and don't act impulsively," one medical staff cautiously advised. "We are no match for her now. She is too formidable!" "Yes. Don't make any rash moves now, or it will truly be a loss."

The two nurses were already terrified of Sadie and dared not provoke her further.

"Let her go?" Ella gestured emotionally, "If we let her go this time, where will I find her to exact my revenge in the future? I must make her taste my pain before she leaves!" "But..."

"Shut up!" Ella slapped the nurse hard. "Bring me the medical kit!"

"Yes," the nurse replied, clutching her face and fetching the kit.

Ella took out a small blue bottle, squinting her eyes as she gestured coldly, "Tomorrow morning..."

The two nurses turned pale with fright and hurriedly said, "No, Ms. Lingston. If we get caught, we're doomed."

"Yes. Ms. James is ruthless. She will surely kill us."

"You're afraid of her but not of me?" Ella gestured coldly. "If you are clever, you won't get caught. Mr. Raymond Clemens and Micah are on my side now. Sooner or later, I will be in charge of this house. What is Sadie compared to that?" Hearing these words, the two medical staff hesitated.

"Don't worry. Once it's done, I will arrange for you to leave quickly and give you a large sum of money," Ella gestured and took out two checks. "These are your deposits."

Seeing the amount, the two nurses' eyes widen open. Who could refuse such a large deposit?

"Don't worry," Ella gestured coldly. "Even in business, there are risks. You could get into a car accident just by stepping outside. If you can't take any risks, you won't make any money."

"You're right. Okay, I'll do it!"

"I'll do it too."

Meanwhile, in Raymond's room.

"Micah is acting strange and is so agreeable tonight," Raymond said with a frown. "Is he planning something? Trying to placate me first and then secretly scheming?"

Silas was arranging the bed for him silently.

"Silas, why aren't you speaking?" Raymond asked with displease.

"I don't dare to speak," Silas replied.

"Would you still be afraid?" Raymond's face darkened. "You sound odd. What are you up to?"

"I don't understand," Silas finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Why do you trust outsiders more than your grandson Micah?"

"What do you mean?" Raymond was stunned. This was the first time Silas had contradicted him.

"I think Mr. Micah Clemens has his reasons for everything he does. Sometimes, you really..." Silas glanced at him timidly, not daring to continue.

"What do you want to say? Say it!" Raymond glared at him.

"You really meddle too much," Silas finally couldn't hold back and said.

"How dare you!" Raymond retorted. "I'm doing this for his good."

"You mean well, but he doesn't want it that way," Silas said urgently. "Two years ago, you meant well too, but what was the result? He almost collapsed, and the children resented you. The things you wanted to prevent only worsened." At this point, Silas paused. Raymond's face had turned ashen, and Silas feared that continuing would agitate him further.

So he softened his tone and gently advised, "Mr. Raymond Clemens, I think you should trust Mr. Micah Clemens' judgment and abilities. Over the years, he has never made a wrong step. On the contrary, every time you forcibly intervened, it turned into a major mistake. Not only did it backfire, but it also made Micah resent you. Why bother?"