From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 220: Minefield Named Mum

Darcy sat beside Micah with a soft sigh, dropping into the spot like someone finally letting their guard down after a long battle.

Micah turned his head, looking at him with a smile. "How did it go?" he asked, voice casual.

"Not bad," Darcy replied, a hidden glint in his voice.

Micah’s smile widened, and he leaned back lazily. "Great. When the match starts, let’s get the hell out of here."

Darcy nodded, shifting a little closer until their shoulders nearly touched. "Where do you want to go?"

Micah exhaled and let his head fall back against the sofa’s edge. "Dorm. I need sleep. Tonight is gonna be tiresome."

Darcy tilted his head. "You won’t go straight home?"

Micah scoffed, waving a hand in the air like he was brushing off a bad idea. "Are you kidding me? That place is like a minefield right now. One wrong move and you would set off a bomb named Mum!"

Darcy chuckled softly, the sound low in his throat. He leaned back too. From this angle, he could even count every freckle on Micah’s face.

Micah was too worked up to notice that their posture was too close. He went on. "I’m not exaggerating. Even the staff avoids her. I swear they keep a five-foot radius like she’s radioactive."

He sat up, lifting his hands in the air. "Seriously. She is such a perfectionist. If I mess up even one decoration, she will chew my ear off."

Darcy blinked. "If it’s so bad, why doesn’t your mum just host the banquet at a hotel or something?"

"No," Micah said, shaking his head as if that idea was a pointless one. "She insists her children’s birthday has to be in the Ramsy state."

"But seriously, it’s not gonna be that bad," Darcy said with a smile. fгeewebnovёl.com

Micah groaned, ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah. Easy for you to say. You’ve got the sweetest Mum ever. Mine, on the other hand, she’s the queen of nagging."

Micah slumped back again. "My last birthday, my mum made me stand at the entrance with her greeting guests. That part wasn’t even the worst. It was the constant micromanaging. ’Stand straight, don’t slouch, smile politely, don’t smirk, adjust your collar, fix your tone’ blah blah.... Ugh! I was two seconds from killing myself."

Darcy tried to hold a laugh, his lips twitching as he looked down.

"In the end, my older sister came to the rescue," Micah added, sighing like a war veteran recalling a near-death experience. "She said I looked like I was about to commit a crime with my face alone."

All through the conversation, Micah’s eyes danced around Darcy’s face but never quite met his. Like looking at him directly would make something break. Something Micah didn’t want to confront.

Because everything he was talking about, his parents, his sister, the estate, none of it was supposed to be his.

It was Darcy’s.

The guilt crushed him gradually.

"My mum is not bad," Micah murmured suddenly, voice softer now, more thoughtful. "She’s just... she couldn’t stand me and my temper. That’s all. But she is actually the best Mum anyone could wish for. She is upright, kind, gentle and careful with everyone. The problem is me. Our personalities just clash. Like oil and water."

Darcy watched him with a serious expression on his face. Then he said, "But from what I saw, she is really close to you."

"Huh?" Micah’s head snapped up.

"You know, I think when someone is close to you, comfortable around you, they wouldn’t bother pretending. They let you see their real self. If what you said was right, if she could not stand you, your mum would have just ignored you after a time. Why would she try to stick with you? Why is she never tired of bickering with you? She is not a child, you know," Darcy said with a shrug.

Micah pursed his lips and looked down. Honestly, he knew Elina liked him and cared about him dearly. She had scolded him, but she had also protected him. She stayed up late when he got sick. She fixed his uniform collar even when they were in the middle of an argument.

But ever since he found out the truth... that he wasn’t her biological son... that Darcy was... the fear had taken deep root.

Now when they clash, his insecurities flare up. What if she knew the truth? Would she still treat him like that? Or would she distance herself from him? Would she still love him?

Micah didn’t want to think about it. The novel’s description didn’t help either. It was like an ominous prophecy hanging over his head, constantly reminding him that the Ramsy family would abandon him.

He rubbed his palm against his jeans and pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

Darcy reached out and gently patted his shoulder. "Let’s get ready. The match will start soon."

Micah hummed in response, standing slowly. He put on his cap and mask, covering himself tightly.

Micah glanced across the room. The SilverBlade Legion members were already at their seats, headsets on, backs straight. Focused. Their expressions were solemn.

He had no idea what Archie told them about his and Darcy pulling out, but he was certain most of them would not be disappointed much. This was a great opportunity for them to shine.

Micah and Darcy headed toward the side exit.

"I’ll check first," Darcy said, stepping ahead and scanning outside.

Most of the crowd’s attention was fixed on the large digital billboard where the opening match countdown was starting. Cheers echoed around them.

"It’s clear," Darcy whispered.

Micah gave a nod and slipped out behind him. His head lowered, his steps quick.

They hurriedly left the building.

When they were far from it, Micah finally yanked down his mask and sighed in relief. "Oh man. That is the last time I set foot in this kind of venue!"

Beside him, Darcy clutched the strap of his bag, heart pounding slightly. Should he give the present now? They were going to get separated here...

Micah glanced sideways. "Hey, are you coming to the dorm?"

Darcy snapped out of his dilemma. "No..."

Micah pulled off his cap and shook out his hair, dragging his fingers through it, hiding his awkwardness. "You know... tonight... did your mother and sister get the invitation to mine?"

Darcy studied his face. "Yeah. Your parents sent it. But my mum and Nora won’t come. Well, because it was such a formal invitation...They said it’s too high-end and they were afraid they would embarrass you."

Micah’s eyes widened. "What? No! That’s not it!" he shouted, frustrated. "I didn’t avoid inviting them for that reason. It’s just... this kind of banquet, even I can’t stand it. It’s full of fake smiles and judgmental eyes. I was worried someone would say something unpleasant to them and ruin the night. You don’t know how prickly rich people can get! Their poisonous smiles and pretentious behaviour...Ugh. I hate it."

Darcy laughed gently. "I know. I told them that. They are not upset, really. Instead, they said if you’re free, maybe you could come to the hospital on Saturday. We can celebrate our birthdays together."

Micah paused. Then a small, genuine smile spread across his face, brightening his complexion. "Yeah? I would love that!"

Darcy’s fingers curled tighter around the strap of his bag. He didn’t pull out the gift yet, but he smiled too.

Micah’s reaction to their invitation settled his heart.

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