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

Chapter 296 The Future Granddaughter-in-Law

A sudden pinch on Sadie's thigh jolted her awake from her sleep, her body shifting as she turned her head, and Micah took the opportunity to kiss her.

Sadie tried to push him away, but a sharp pain in her back twisted her face in agony the moment she reached out.

Micah quickly let her go. "What's wrong?"

"It hurts." Sadie's forehead was slick with sweat, and she froze in place, afraid to move.

Micah didn't dare touch her again and carefully turned her to maintain her position, lying on her side with her back to him.

Sadie curled up, shivering. Her silk nightgown was soon soaked with sweat.

Micah frowned, picked up his phone, and called Dahlia. "Come over, please."

"No need," Sadie immediately protested. "Dr. Rey said it would hurt tonight but get better by tomorrow."

On the other end, Dahlia carefully assured, "Yes, Mr. Clemens. She has strained her back muscles. It'll be tough tonight, but much better tomorrow. If the pain's too much, she can take the painkillers I left on the nightstand..." Micah got up to fetch the painkillers for Sadie.

Sadie shook her head, refusing them, "I just need to sleep. Turn off the lights; they're bothering my

words were harsh. "Serves you right. Why did you have to stand in front of him?" Sadie glared at him as if flames were about to

again, I dare you," Micah

turned her gaze away,

burned with frustration, yet he couldn't bring himself to lash out at her. He

Sadie's heart was a tangle of emotions, indescribably complex. She didn't understand what

her; claiming not to care, yet obsessed with possessing and controlling her, and occasionally showing her warmth and concern... What

...

paused upon seeing Micah, then quickly reported with urgency,

not alone. Ms. Amelia has come too,"

said nothing more, and

at the sound of the voices. Micah's granfather had arrived late in the night

"Right away!"

sound of footsteps indicated that Micah was probably greeting his grandfather

feeling worry prickling

up transformed the once dim villa into a beacon of light,

onto

tiptoed over and peered through a sliver