From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 232: The Cake Post That Shook The Ramsys

At the Ramsy estate, sunlight poured through the tall arched windows of the grand hall, casting golden patterns on the polished floor. Staff hustled around, arms full of fresh flowers, ladders creaked as wreaths were hung, and chairs were positioned around small tables. Everything gleamed in preparation for tonight’s banquet.

But that scene shattered in an instant.

A loud, piercing shriek echoed through the hall, bouncing off the high ceiling like a ball. Everyone flinched. One vase was nearly dropped.

"Mum! Look what Micah posted!" Aria’s voice rang with a mix of alarm and excitement as she stormed into the room, phone raised like a trophy.

Elina, who had been inspecting a tray of gold-trimmed table settings, clutched her chest with a gasp. "Sweetie! You nearly gave me a heart attack," she said, breathless. "What is it? Did he mess up again?"

Aria didn’t answer. Instead, she marched over and shoved the phone directly into Elina’s face, eyes wide. "No. Just look!"

The screen lit up with a WeChat moment. A cake and a suspicious caption stood out.

Elina leaned in, grabbing the phone from her daughter’s hands quickly. "Is it true? Is he dating someone?"

Aria squeaked, grasping Elina’s arm and shaking it hard. "That’s what I’ve been saying! That rascal! He has found someone!"

"Is it that girl he used to have a crush on? You know the one before the accident, before hitting his head?" Elina asked.

"Her? Charlotte something?" Aria wrinkled her nose. "No way. With how prideful he is, there’s no chance he’d go near her after humiliating himself in front of her," she disagreed.

Before Elina could respond, another voice cut in.

"So who is it, then?" Willow appeared from behind them.

"You saw it too?"

Willow gave a short nod.

"Not a guess?" Elina looked at her older daughter.

"Nope. Not a clue," Willow said coolly.

"Mum, don’t you know something? You’re still on the campus with him. Have you heard something suspicious? Romantic?" Aria asked, curiosity written all over her face.

Elina’s brows furrowed. "No. Just that rumour about that mysterious blond man."

"It wouldn’t be him, right?" Aria exclaimed in horror.

"Think about it. What rich man bakes a cake? They just order one from some French bakery." Elina flatly vetoed it.

"Right. Even though some men like cooking, baking on the other hand, is off limits, they think it’s girly." Aria nodded.

"Did you find anything about him?" Elina asked Willow.

"Nope. Nothing. The eyewitness just said he looked rich. They had an argument about the street food, something about being unhealthy and then Micah just obediently followed him." Willow explained what she had found in the past week.

Aria made a face. "Obediently? Who? Micah?"

Elina blinked in disbelief. "Was he being blackmailed or something?"

"Oh please," Aria scoffed. "Last time he wouldn’t shut up about how kind and thoughtful that guy was, passionately singing his praise, have you forgotten? It was so gross! Not a chance he was being threatened to follow."

"Yeah. Anyway, it’s not him. Right?" Elina asked, thoughtfully. "If he had a brain, he would lure Micah to his place to bake cake. Not going to Micah’s."

"What did you make of him? Pedophile or something?" Willow’s lips twitched.

Then, the front doors burst open, and Jacob Ramsy rushed in, his usual gentle face tight with panic.

"We need to go to his apartment!" Jacob declared, striding in like a soldier on a mission. "Right now!"

"And what? Embarrass him in front of his date?" Elina retorted.

"I have to find out who it is!" Jacob said, already turning to leave.

Elina reached out and quickly grabbed his elbow. "Jacob, wait. If we do that, he’ll shut us out completely. You know how he is."

"Don’t be hasty, Dad. Let’s think this through," Willow added calmly.

Jacob paused, his shoulders tense. "So what should we do then? Sit here while he gets swept away by some strangers?"

They all glanced at one another, not knowing what to answer.

"Should we just ask him?" Willow finally offered.

"And what if he doesn’t answer?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Should I check the building’s security feed?" Jacob asked.

"No!" three voices snapped in unison.

Aria stepped forward, her expression deadly serious. "Dad. He’ll know. And then he’ll kill us."

"Remember the last time you did this?" Elina winced at the memory. "At school? When someone tried to frame him for setting off the fire alarm?"

Aria shook her head. "Yeah, you marched into the principal’s office with CCTV proof that he was outside feeding stray cats at that time. You thought you were helping."

Aria continued.

"What was the result? He said his tough image was ruined and sulked for a month."

"He was so mad. He said no one respected him as the school’s scariest troublemaker anymore." Elina’s lips twitched, recalling that.

Jacob looked genuinely puzzled. "I still don’t get why he likes pretending to be so tough."

"Well, with all the bullying he went through, who wouldn’t?" Willow murmured.

They all sighed, almost in unison, their expressions softening as they thought back.

Even in kindergarten, Micah had been a magnet for conflict. No matter the school, no matter how elite or obscure, there was always someone with a grudge, someone who picked at him like a loose thread. They had tried everything, from rotating bodyguards, changing schools, to even homeschooling for a while. But trouble always found him, like he carried a target on his back.

Despite it all, Micah had rarely fought back first. He didn’t start things. He just ended them, with a cool stare, a sharp tongue, or, when pushed far enough, a fist.

In the end, Micah found his own way to cope with this bizarre setting.

It wasn’t until recently, in university, that things had quieted. Except for the forum incident, there had been nothing serious.

They all had expected some major fights or big dramas. But surprisingly, nothing happened.

Maybe... someone had helped him?

Elina looked down at the phone in her hand, staring at the picture of that homemade cake.

"Let’s wait until he comes back," Elina said at last.