BookAmazoneChapter 1337 The Last Pride "Hey, listen up!" Micah's voice was calm but had that stern edge. He didn't lose his cool or yell at Andrew. "Feelings that cfrom sympathy and pity? They're not stable or lasting. I don't need that!" Andrew dropped to one knee, head down, feeling ashamed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Clemens. I know I messed up." "I've been in the business world my whole life without ever bowing my head," Micah said, his voice soft but heavy with sorrow. "Even now, facing death, I'm not scared because I've lived with pride. Don't take away my last bit of pride, got it?" "Got it," Andrew mumbled, tears filling his eyes. He bowed his head even lower, feeling the weight of Micah's vulnerability and trust.
"Alright," Micah sighed deeply. "You can go now." "I'm really sorry," Andrew said, his voice hoarse with guilt, and quietly left the room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMicah finished his last cigarette and lay back on the bed. He was tired, and his back hurt. He remembered when Hubert died, how weak he felt. Now, he had no strength left either.
'Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep,' he kept telling himself. He was scared that if he did, he might not wake up. But exhaustion took over, and he drifted into a restless sleep.
In his dreams, countless demonic hands reached up from the abyss, trying to drag him down. He struggled, his body stiff and powerless, unable to escape their grasp. Raymond's voice echoed, "Micah, hold on. The entire Clemens Group depends on you. You can't fall. Hold on for me." Micah clung to his willpower, but it was incredibly tough.
"Micah, are you tired? If you're tired, take a break. Don't push yourself so hard," Herbert's voice came, filled with gentleness and love. In Micah's memory, Herbert never cared about status or power; he just wanted him to be happy. But Herbert's early death meant Micah never truly experienced a father's love. Raymond had filled that void with suffocating pressure and responsibility.
"Micah, my child, cto mom," his mother's voice was soothing, filled with extrgentleness and care. Micah's mood lightened, comforted by memories of parental love. He was so tired, craving relaxation. But soon, countless voices filled his ears again.
"Mr. Clemens, you can't fall. If you fall, what will happen to VIC Group? What will happen to Clemens Group? What will happen to the Clemens family?" "Mr. Clemens, we have entrusted our lives to you. As long as you are here, we are here!" Countless voices reminded Micah of the many responsibilities on his shoulders.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMicah didn't dare to slack off, didn't dare to relax, and could only keep pushing forward.
At that moment, he saw the children's innocent, pure smiles. They were calling out, "Daddy, Daddy." Their adorable faces and sweet voices seemed to have a magical power, healing Micah.
A pair of delicate hands gently clasped his, and Sadie's soft voice whispered in his ear, "Micah, Micah, don't be afraid. I'm here with you. I'll always be with you."
Strength surged through him. Micah clung tightly to Sadie's hands, determined to.
suddenly, the backup. But m suddenly, those hands withdrew, and instead of lifting him, they pushed him hard into the abyss.
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