Micah cast a fleeting nce at his wristwatch, turning to address Nelson. "Mr. Lingston, I''m heading back now. I have an important meeting in the morning." "All right, take care," Nelson politely replied.


    With a curt nod and a brisk farewell, Micah made his exit, leaving Nelson alone with his thoughts. As he watched Micah''s retreating figure, Nelson''s expression darkened gradually, a gloom settling over his features.


    "Mr. Clemens is pushing the boundaries, isn''t he?" an attendant remarked with a hint of indignation. "He leaves as soon as we arrive, treating the visit as a mere formality. Miss E is in such pain, and he doesn''t even bother to feign concern." Nelson sighed deeply, his heart heavy with regret. "E is deeply in love with him, but it''s such a shame... Amelia''s fiery spirit can somewhat justify being left behind, but E is gentle and kind. Why should she suffer such a fate?" "Miss E is just too gentle and kind. That won''t keep a man," the attendantmented. "I think you should intervene, help Miss E secure a ce in the Clemens family."


    Nelson''s response was stern, his voice firm. "How can I interfere in such personal matters? Let''s drop the subject for now. My only hope is for E''s swift recovery."


    Meanwhile, Micah rushed back to his residence, quickly showering and changing his attire, readying himself for the day at thepany. As he was about to leave, he crossed paths with Mr. Clemens Senior, who was preparing to take the children to school.


    "Why are you back, Micah? Weren''t you at the hospital?" Mr. Clemens Senior asked, surprise etched on his face.


    "E is past the critical stage, and Mr. Lingston is present at the hospital," Micah replied, buttoning his suit as he prepared to leave. "I have pressing matters to attend to at thepany."


    Mr. Clemens Senior was on the verge of expressing his anger, but the presence of the children forced him to suppress his emotions. "Goodbye, Dad!" the three children chorused, waving their small hands at Micah.


    "Be good," Micah responded, squatting down to embrace them. "Once these busy days are over, Dad will take you all out to sea."


    The children, obedient as always, hugged Micah before climbing into the car.


    Mr. Clemens Senior pulled Micah aside, his voiceced with anger. "What''s going on with you? E is still in the hospital; why are you here?"


    "E is out of danger. The doctors are in control now, and there''s nothing more I can do there," Micah responded nonchntly.


    Before Mr. Clemens Senior could respond, Micah cut him off. "I have an urgent matter to attend to, so I must leave." With that, he quickly climbed into his car and drove off.


    Mr. Clemens Senior was left fuming, but he refused to lose his temper in front of the children. He swallowed his anger and let the matter rest.


    "Great-Grandpa, what''s wrong?" Mia asked, noticing Mr. Clemens Senior''s sour expression. She walked over tofort him, clutching her white alpaca toy.


    "Did Dad upset you? I''ll talk to himter," Mia said.


    "Mia, you''re such a sweetheart!" Mr. Clemens Senior''s mood lifted slightly at the sight of his great-grandchildren. "You three always make me happy." "Great-Grandpa, what did Dad do to make you angry?" Nathan asked, tilting his head in curiosity.


    "It''s nothing," Mr. Clemens Senior quickly changed the subject. "How are you all adjusting to the new school? How are your rtionships with your teachers and ssmates?"


    "It''s great! I''ve made many new friends..."


    "My desk mate is a mixed-race..."


    The two children excitedly began sharing their school experiences, their voices filled with enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Noah sat engrossed in his tablet, his robotic pigeon capturing footage of the mountainousndscape. He nned to retrieve the pigeonter that night and make some improvements.


    Suddenly, a silver Rolls-Royce drove by, and an eagle''s cry echoed from the car.


    Coco trembled in fear, its body shaking uncontrobly.