"Don''t sweat it, even if it costs me my life, I''ll keep him in check," Ss said, determined. "As long as I''m here, he ain''t going anywhere. He''ll stay home and rest." "Exactly," Andrew nodded like a bobblehead. "Make sure he stays put and recovers. No matter what, don''t let him step out of the house."


    "Got it," Ss said quickly. "I''ll head over right now."


    "I''ll wait for you to get here before I leave," Andrew said.


    After hanging up, he finally let out a sigh of relief. With Ss around, things would be smoother.


    "Where''s Andrew? Why hasn''t he left yet? What''s he stalling for?" In the room, Micah was losing his temper again.


    Andrew gestured to Dahlia, signaling her not to mention his presence, and then he hid in the room, packing his luggage. He intended to dy until Ss arrived before setting off.


    Ss didn''t waste any time. He showed up quickly, bringing along his crew-a total of twelve people in four cars. They pulled up to Half Mountain Vi with an air of determination, unloading several boxes of luggage, clearly preparing for a long stay.


    Micah watched the scene unfold from his window, his expression growing darker by the second. "I knew that bastard Andrew was up to something, bringing Ss to keep an eye on me," he muttered, seething.


    "Andrew means well," Dahlia said timidly.


    "You knew all along, didn''t you? And you helped him deceive me?" Micah''s re was icy.


    Dahlia lowered her head, not daring to respond.


    "Get out," Micah said coldly. When he was angry, he would often hit or scold Rn and Andrew, but he was usually kinder to Dahlia.


    Dahlia said, "I need to stay here and watch over you in case you..."


    Micah impatiently snapped, "Get out!"


    Dahlia had no choice but to leave and let other attendantse in.


    Micah was speechless, wanting to throw another fit, but seeing his subordinates'' fearful expressions, he ultimately held back his anger.


    He didn''t like being watched so closely, but he knew everyone was concerned for his safety. Right now, he was prone to idents, and if anything happened, they couldn''t bear the responsibility.


    Andrew greeted Ss at the door, relief all over his face. "Ss, thank God you''re here. Mr. Clemens has thrown several fits already. If I don''t leave soon, he''s going to tear me apart. The house is in your hands now; I need to head to the airport." "Now I get why Mr. Raymond Clemens always gave Sadie a hard time when he was alive," Ss frowned and sighed. "She''s nothing but trouble!"


    "Please don''t say that," Andrew urged. "You used to always protect Ms. James, and you need to keep doing that."


    "I''m just worried," Ss said, his tone both angry and anxious. "Look at Mr. Clemens-he''s in this state, and she''s causing so much chaos."


    "She doesn''t mean to," Andrew responded. "Unexpected stuff alwayses out of nowhere."


    "Forget it. Let''s not talk about it," Ss urged. "Go quickly and bring Sadie back so Mr. Clemens can be at ease."


    "Understood." Andrew nodded. He left hurriedly with his subordinates, taking most of Ss''s people to bnce the manpower at home.


    Micah, knowing Andrew had rushed to the airport, finally felt at ease and went to take a shower.


    Reba had someone clean up Raymond''s old room for Ss to stay in and prepare his favorite food.


    Ss didn''t go to see Micah. He knew that Micah didn''t want to hear him nagging right now, and anything he said would be in vain. So, he decided to just stay quiet here.


    Meanwhile, Dahlia stayed on high alert, ensuring that other doctorsmunicated with Gabrie and took her to visit Serena at the hospital.


    In the afternoon, Jonny called to express his gratitude.


    Dahlia said, "Don''t thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank Ms. James and Mr. Clemens. They arranged everything for Serena."


    Jonny said, "Please convey my gratitude. I''ll definitely visit to thank them in person when I get the chance."


    "Just take good care of Serena," Dahlia replied.