Chapter 1292 Without Hope

"Shut up!" Hubert snapped, "You think I'm worried about you? We have no connection, no emotional ties. I'm worried about those three kids." Micah just nodded, too scared to say anything, but deep down, he was grateful to Hubert.

"But don't get your hopes up too high," Hubert sighed, "I'm not in great shape. I might kick the bucket before I figure this out." "You're making me nervous with that kind of talk," Micah joked.

Hubert gave Micah's arm a light slap and then smiled.

Micah looked at the wise and kind Hubert, feeling deeply moved but not knowing what to say. At this moment, he could only remain silent.

"Alright, go help her make some porridge. I need to sleep for a while," Hubert closed his eyes wearily and muttered, "You better pray I wake up after I fall asleep so you still have a chance to survive." "The porridge smells so good. Don't you want to eat some?" Micah said with a smile.

Hubert smiled again.

Percy helped him lie down, covered him with a thick blanket, and soothed him to sleep.

quietly stepped out. Instead of going to the kitchen, he continued smoking

personally delivering it; he should arrive tonight," Andrew

already too sick. He can't even open his eyes. There's no need to

Andrew got anxious and persuaded. "Hubert is right.

him, glancing at the

he stubbornly believed that since Hubert had

apron and holding a carrot. She asked, "Hubert wants to see the kids.

Biston early this morning, and now making them drive for hours to come back would be too tiring." "You're right,"

outfit," Micah teased, looking her

and went back to the kitchen

wiped the sweat from her

abrupt ringing of a phone broke

snapped back to reality, took his phone,

I'll be right there," he

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