"You guys should''ve all gotten treated together as a family," Ss fumed. "They never should''ve gone to Country E. The three of you should''ve stayed here and let Hubert take care of you. That way, no one would''ve been dyed." "Hubert was old and barely hanging on," Micah exined. "He was on hisst legs. After treating the two of them, he copsed. If he had to treat me too, all three of us would''ve been dyed." "But..." Ss started to argue.


    "Enough, Ss," Micah cut him off, trying to calm him down. "It''s all in the past now. No point in dwelling on it."


    "Yeah," Ss muttered, looking down. He still had some resentment towards Sadie but didn''t dare say it out loud.


    He didn''t believe that treating one more person would''ve made Hubert copse sooner. Deep down, he still thought Sadie had dyed Micah''s treatment.


    "I called you here to entrust the entire Clemens family to you," Micah said seriously. "Andrew and Rn have been with me for years and are both brave and resourceful, but they still don''t measure up to you. You can handle the big picture, but because of your status, you mightck some credibility. So, I''ll find a way to establish a position for you."


    "Got it," Ss nodded, going along with Micah''s n. "I''ll fully cooperate with you. As long as I''m alive, I''ll protect the Clemens family!"


    "That''s the spirit," Micah said, pleased. "Take care of your health. You can''t copse before the kids grow up."


    "Yeah," Ss nodded, his eyes getting misty.


    "Alright, you can go back now. I still need to meet with Ryanter," Micah said with a smile. "Take good care of yourself. I''ll let you know once everything''s set."


    "Okay," Ss said, looking at Micah, hesitating to speak.


    "Escort Ss out," Micah instructed Andrew.


    "Yes," Andrew said, pushing Ss out.


    "Ryan hasn''t arrived yet. Take me for a walk in the garden," Ss said, looking at the familiar garden with a touch of nostalgia. "Mr. Raymond Clemens used to love sitting in the garden, lost in thought."


    "Oh, it''s raining. I''ll get an umbre. Please wait a moment," Andrew said. Then he fetched arge ck umbre and, holding it, pushed Ss into the garden.


    The garden was meticulously maintained by professional gardeners and looked beautiful, but Ss had no time to appreciate the scenery. Instead, he asked gravely, "Tell me, is Mr. Micah Clemens''s illness really that serious?"


    Andrew candidly exined the situation. "From the time the problem was discovered until now, it''s been over three months. Initially, he only asionally experienced blurred vision and dizziness, butst night, he was blind for several hours. ording to the doctors, the poison has reached his brain and is affecting his sensory nerves."


    He said sorrowfully, "Not long ago, we held onto a glimmer of hope and went to see Hubert. At that time, Hubert was already at his limit. He was always concerned about Mr. Clemens''s condition and felt deeply regretful. Before he died, he used hisst bit of strength to write a prescription, but unfortunately, he couldn''t finish it. However, before he passed away, he told us that his student Virgil would definitely understand the prescription and find a solution. So, we''ve been trying to find Virgil, but so far, there''s been no news."


    "I''ll think of something too," Ss said, furrowing his brow. "As long as there''s a glimmer of hope, we can''t give up."


    "Yeah," Andrew nodded firmly. "We haven''t given up and are constantly looking for solutions."


    "The Clemens family only has Mr. Micah Clemens left. If he falls, the entire family will copse, and the Clemens family''s century-old foundation will be destroyed." As Ss spoke, his eyes reddened. "I promised Mr. Raymond Clemens that I would protect Mr. Micah Clemens. If anything happens to him, how could I face thete Mr. Raymond Clemens?"