Since Raymond passed away, Ss had beenying low at the vi, only stepping out when Micah called for him. During Micah''s two-month treatment, Ss would asionally take charge. He didn''t know the details of Micah''s situation, but he had a feeling it was pretty serious.


    When Micah finally showed up again, Ss had been waiting for him to reach out. Last night, after a call from Andrew, Ss couldn''t sleep, feeling like something big was about to happen. So, he showed up at the vi early this morning. He ran into the three kidsing back from Hillside Vi, chatted with them for a bit, and then watched them race upstairs to find Micah, a warm smile on his face.


    Raymond had loved those kids more than anything. Every time Ss saw them, he felt a spark of hope for the future of the Clemens Group. He kept telling himself not to overthink it-everything would be fine; Micah was fine, the Clemens family was fine, everything was fine.


    "Ss," Micah called out,ing downstairs in afy casual outfit.


    "Mr. Clemens," Ss greeted him, noticing how much weight Micah had lost. "It''s only been a bit over two months. How''d you get so thin?"


    "Sessful weight loss," Micah joked.


    Ss couldn''tugh, managing only a slight smile. "I just saw the three kids. They''ve grown up and are super cute."


    "Yeah, kids grow up fast," Micah agreed. He sat down, and Reba immediately called for breakfast.


    "I had tea with Ryan the other day. He mentioned you came back to thepany a couple of weeks ago," Ss said, watching Micah closely. "How are you? Is your health holding up?"


    "I should be asking you that," Micah replied with a slight smile. "At your age, taking care of yourself is crucial."


    "I''m okay. I''ve been recovering, and my leg is almost healed," Ss reassured him, but he couldn''t shake his worry about Micah''s weight loss.


    Micah sipped his coffee in silence as breakfast was served. "Let''s eat first. We can talk in the study afterward."


    "Sure," Ss replied, his mood turning serious, his appetite fading.


    They had a simple breakfast and then headed to the study. Reba had already set up some fine tea and desserts and then quietly left.


    Andrew wheeled Ss in and stood by, a stack of documents waiting on the coffee table. Micah handed them to Ss, who was stunned as he read through them.


    "What''s this?" Ss asked, bewildered. "Mr. Clemens, what''s going on?"


    "I talked to the doctor. Your health is good, and barring any major incidents, you''ve got a decade or more ahead," Micah said, taking another sip of coffee. "So, I had Anthony draw up a will. If something happens to me, guardianship of my three kids will go to you. You have to help me raise them well!"


    "Mr. Clemens," Ss was shocked, his hands trembling, "What''s going on? Please don''t scare me."


    "Nothing to worry about," Micah replied with a small smile, trying to seem casual. "Just a precaution, you know?"


    "A precaution for what?" Ss was visibly shaken. "You''re still young. The future of the Clemens Group depends on you. You can''t fall."


    As he spoke, Ss''s breathing became rapid. Andrew quickly brought him some medicine.


    "What''s happening?" Ss didn''t direct his distress at Micah, instead demanding answers from Andrew. He lightly tapped the back of Andrew''s head, seeking rification.