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

Chapter 1167 The Big Rain is Coming

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.

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

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

mess in Country E right now. Tristan mainly considered safety when he had Ms. James take the kids to Country

muttered, closing his eyes in pain, gripping the phone like Sadie and the kids were still on the other end. "Should I

their lives. Protect them quietly," Micah said, struggling. "And check on them daily. Report back to

"Got it," Andrew nodded.

now; don't overthink it. You need to heal," the doc advised from

drifting into a hazy sleep,

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

keeping him going,

Country F and

expression and felt a pang of sadness. From day one, he saw Micah as an

Country F and started investigating which estate in Grapetown Heights Sadie and Joe were