StartNovelChapter 1439 Does She Have Any Other Methods?
Noah, his young voice a bit raspy, suggested, "Mommy, let's work together. We'll figure this out!"
Sadie, her heart aching for him, said, "Noah, you're still so young. | don't want you to feel pressured."
Noah insisted, his brow furrowing, "I want to save Daddy. I'm not giving up on this. I've already asked Mr. Wood
for help."
"Alright, we'll find a way together," Sadie said, pulling Noah into a comforting hug. "Let's go back inside. I'll put
smedicine on your hand."
Noah agreed, following Sadie obediently, "Okay. Mommy, you should check on Daddy. Is he..."
Sadie, her voice catching and her eyes misting up, said softly, "He doesn't want us to see him. Let's not add to
his stress, okay?"
"Alright," Noah said, lowering his head.
Back in the dining room, Nathan saw Noah and turned away, clearly upset.
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"Noah, what happened to your hand?" Mia asked, noticing the injury and rushing over. "You're hurt!"
"What happened?" Arya asked, hurrying over to check. "Noah, how did you get hurt?"
"Take him to put smedicine on it," Sadie instructed.
"Yes," Arya said, leading Noah to apply the medicine.
Nathan, despite his earlier anger, couldn't help but feel worried when he saw Noah's injured hand. He quickly
followed and offered, "Noah, lethelp you."
Noah apologized, "Nathan, I'm sorry about earlier. | didn't mean to lose my temper with you."
"It's okay, I'm used to it," Nathan replied with a shrug. "After all, you're my brother. If you're mean to me, there's
nothing | can do."
Noah teased, "When you put it that way, it makes sense."
Nathan pouted, "You're so mean."
Noah couldn't help but laugh.
Kids' friendships could break in an instant and mend just as quickly.
Sadie watched the two of them with relief, then continued to eat with the children. In reality, she had no appetite
and kept glancing upstairs, worrying about Micah.
Upstairs, in the study, Micah leaned on the sofa, his face as pale as a sheet, looking extremely weak.
"Dahlia is on her way. Please have swater first," Andrew said, supporting Micah and helping him drink.
Micah made a slight gesture, indicating he didn't need it. He had been lying on the sofa for half an hour, moving
from initial shock to gradual recovery, his consciousness becoming clearer. "This can't go on," Andrew said, his
eyes red. "You should go to the hospital."
Micah closed his eyes, too weak to speak.
When he collapsed, his last words to Andrew were to not let Sadie and the kids know. He didn't think about
anything else. He didn't even dare to hope he could continue living. "Mr. Clemens," Andrew said, looking at Micah
with moist eyes. If he could, he would have gladly traded his life for Micah's.
Downstairs, Dahlia hurried in with her assistant.
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Seeing Sadie and the children, she slowed her pace and pretended to explain casually, "Mrs. Clemens, I'm here
to change Mr. Clemens' medication."
"Go ahead," Sadie said, her heart heavy but trying to stay calm.
"Yes," Dahlia nodded, bowing her head and quickly going upstairs.
"Hurry!" Rodolfo, who had been waiting in the hallway, urged.
Pushing the door open, Dahlia's legs went weak when she saw Micah on the sofa. She hurried over, knelt down
to check on him, and administered the medication. "What is this medication? Will it work?" Andrew asked.
"| spoke with Dr. Perez before | came," Dahlia said softly. "She suggested trying this medication."
"What else did she say?" Andrew pressed. "Does she have any other methods?"
Dahlia shook her head dejectedly, not saying a word.
After taking the medication, Micah gradually fell asleep, looking much more peaceful than before.
Dahlia covered him with a blanket and said softly, "Let him sleep. He'll feel better when he wakes up."
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