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Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss! by Nora Hoover

Chapter 847
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Chapter 848 A Good Girl "The Lingston family has cto this point today because of their own mistakes. We should bear the consequences ourselves and not make things difficult for you anymore." As Ella finished, she raised her glass, and toasted Micah.

Micah clinked glasses with her.

Then, Ella finished the half glass of red wine in her cup in one go. Micah had only intended to take a sip, but seeing that she had finished hers, he followed suit and drank it all. Setting down the glass, Ella gestured again, "Today is the last tI trouble you. I won't do it again in the future." "I really can't intervene in the matters of the Lingston family." Micah looked apologetically at her. "But if you ever need help, I'll be there for you." "I don't have any problems," Ella smiled bitterly and gestured, "Even if the Lingston family really goes bankrupt, even if the Lingston Group ceases to exist, I can still support myself and my father with my hands and live a peaceful life in the future. That's fine." "You're a good girl." Micah rarely praised others, but he had to admit that Ella was indeed outstanding. Despite being born with a disability and enduring bullying since childhood, she persevered in her studies, obtained dual doctoral degrees, and even started a pharmaceutical company with her own abilities.

Although it wasn't large-scale, her self-sufficiency was already remarkable.

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Especially her character, which is truly kind and gentle.

"Thank you," Ella looked deeply at him and gestured, "It's the first tI've heard you compliment someone." Micah smirked slightly, averted his gaze, and continued drinking.

The affection in Ella's eyes was as warm as the sun, and Micah could only avoid it by drinking.

Soon, the waiter cto serve the meal.

Micah had no appetite. He had stayed up several nights and was now very tired, so he could only drink to perk himself up, as he still had things to do later and had to meet Sadie. "Why aren't you eating?" Ella asked in sign language.

Micah lowered his eyes, not looking at her, and naturally didn't see her sign language.

Ella poured him another half glass of red wine, poured herself one as well, and then raised her glass to him.

The two clinked glasses and once again finished the wine in one go.

"Since you have no appetite, I'll accompany you in drinking," Ella gestured, "I'm leaving for Country F tomorrow. I don't know when we'll meet again." "Why are you going back to Country F?" Micah was surprised.

"I don't want to be entangled with my father and Amelia." Ella looked sad. "I don't want to trouble you either. To avoid them, I have to leave." "Thank you!" Apart from this sentence, Micah didn't know what else to say to express his gratitude and guilt.

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"I'm going to see Grandpa Clemens tomorrow and try to persuade him to leave with me. That way, you won't have to listen to his nagging every day." Ella smiled and gestured.

"Grandpa Clemens may need stbefore he can return home," Micah said tactfully, "He can't leave recently." "Why?" Ella looked very surprised. "I've been trying to call Grandpa Clemens these days, but I can't get through, and there's no response when I contact Silas. Has something happened to Grandpa Clemens?"

"He's sick." Micah didn't reveal everything. "He's old and plagued by illness. Ladvised him to rest well, so I cut off his contact with the outside world." Grandpa Clemens' situation was a big deal, and no one should know, including Ella.

In the face of a major event, Micah always remained vigilant.

"I understand," Ella gestured, "No wonder you look so haggard. Youn must not have slept well these days. Drink more tonight and get a good rest when you go back." "Okay." Micah continued drinking with her.

Andrew watched from the side, his brows slightly furrowed.

Micah had a good tolerance for alcohol; he usually drank water at hand had never been drunk. But tonight. He seemed a bit intoxicated, his eyes were somewhat unfocused. Could it be that this wine had an unusually strong aftereffect?