Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1330 Feeling the Darkness

Andrew quickly helped Micah into the car and urged, "Step on it."

"Got it," the driver replied.

As the car sped away, Andrew finally let out a sigh of relief and whispered, "Annika was watching us the whole time we were coming downstairs. It freaked me out."

Micah chuckled softly. "You're such a wimp." He stayed calm, confident that Sadie hadn't noticed anything; he had covered his tracks well.

"Ms. James didn't catch on, did she?" Andrew asked nervously. "She invited you to her room tonight. Do you think she's onto us and testing you?"

"Can't she just want to make up?" Micah shot back coldly.

Andrew went quiet, unsure what to say. But Micah soon got serious. "She probably suspects something. We need to steer clear of her for a few days. Let Rodolfo know and make sure he keeps his mouth shut." "Got it." Andrew nodded firmly and added softly, "Your phone was ringing earlier. Looked like Mrs. Graham was calling."

"Ignore it," Micah said, thinking about Sadie's earlier words. "Olivia's a good girl. I don't want to waste her time."

Andrew's worry deepened. "Rylan's doing everything he can to find Virgil. We'll get him eventually."

"What's coming will come," Micah sighed, resigned. "No avoiding it."

"Your vision still hasn't come back?" Andrew asked anxiously. "Maybe we should hit the hospital. This sudden blindness has lasted too long."

"I won't die." Micah closed his eyes and instructed calmly, "Call Anthony and Silas tomorrow. And Ryan, too."

"Mr. Clemens..." Andrew started to say more.

"Enough." Micah cut him off, exhausted. "Just do it."

"Yes, sir." Andrew murmured, worry etched on his face.

Micah's condition was genuinely alarming. He'd had dizziness and blurred vision before, but tonight he went completely blind for over an hour, and his sight hadn't fully returned. If this was just the start, who knew what was next? Micah refused to go to the hospital, and they couldn't find Virgil. They were truly at a loss.

When they got home, Andrew helped Micah out of the car. Micah squinted and blinked, regaining some vision. "I feel better as soon as I get home. Think there's something harmful at Hillside Villa?"

"Maybe you're just too tired. You need more rest," Andrew said softly. "Let me help you inside."

"No need." Micah pushed Andrew away, squinting and carefully walking into the house with his weak vision.

He wanted to adapt to this dark life. After all, if the poison fully took effect, his vision would be the first to go, plunging him into complete darkness.

Before he died, he needed to adapt to this kind of life, at least not to let Sadie notice or worry the kids.

Now that his vision had somewhat returned, he could see some images instead of just a white blur.

Using these blurry images, Micah found his way home, avoided obstacles, and slowly walked into the villa, up the stairs, and toward his room.

The attendants waited cautiously on the side, not daring to make a sound for fear of affecting his judgment.

Andrew held his breath and followed closely, afraid of disturbing Micah.

It wasn't until Micah successfully entered his room that Andrew breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, Micah's knee hit the liquor cabinet with a dull thud.

"Mr. Clemens!" Andrew rushed over to support Micah and asked with concern. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." Micah said. He squinted his eyes, feeling the darkness of the room. He realized that no matter how well-trained and sensitive he was, it was still tough to adapt to the darkness. It seemed he needed some time to adjust.