From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 634: The Freak Doctor Knelt Down

Micah stared at the man walking toward him, each step closing the distance like the ticking of a countdown he could not stop.

Silas Durant.

Just seeing him made Micah’s chest tighten. His fingers clenched around the front of Clyde’s jacket so hard that the expensive fabric wrinkled under his grip. His throat was dry, his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth. He tried to speak, but nothing came out.

Why was Silas even here? Of all people, why was this freak showing compassion toward him?

Silas was a notorious germophobe. He hated crowds, avoided social gatherings, and treated banquets like they were breeding grounds for deadly diseases. In all of Micah’s past lives, Silas had attended banquets less often than Maleficent had appeared in the Sleeping Beauty birthday banquet.

Twice. That was it.

In Micah’s first and second lives, Silas had shown up at the birthday banquet. After that, he never appeared again. Not once. No matter how big or important the event was, Silas always found an excuse to stay away.

So Micah had assumed this time would be the same.

But here he was. Not only had Silas come, but he had even volunteered to personally check on someone who was supposed to be a stranger.

Well... not exactly a stranger.

Silas had seen Asena’s face before. In that hotel room. When he had ripped the mask off Micah’s face with his own hands.

Micah’s heart sank. Was this a coincidence? Or had Silas recognised him? Was that why he had meddled in their business? What if he said something embarrassing in front of all these people? In front of Clyde?

The thought made his stomach churn. He had not told Clyde about the app, about his little meeting with Silas, pretending to be a sub...

Ugh! Dummy! He scolded himself. Had the resets wiped out what little brainpower he had left?

He peeked at Clyde from under the jacket. The man’s expression was so dark that Micah felt that compared to Clyde, even the king of hell would seem more gentle.

He had screwed up, badly. If Silas spilled the beans and Clyde realised what kind of shitty stunt Micah had pulled up.... He shuddered even thinking about it.

After regaining his past memories, Micah had quietly shelved his plans regarding Silas. Or other psycho male leads as a matter of fact. He had even felt embarrassed about them. At the time, Micah from this world who had the intelligence of a bird, had thought it was such a killer plan. No, he thought it was smart, clever, even daring, but now he realised it had been reckless.

He had deleted the Alpha Dominus app without hesitation.

There was no point targeting anyone else while the system and its host still existed. That was the real enemy.

In every past lifetime, his memories had been wiped clean. Each reset made him dumber, weaker, and easier to manipulate. He had been a puppet dancing on invisible strings, and yet he had thought he was fighting back.

Looking back, Micah wanted to kick himself. He was really ashamed of the mess he had caused until now, thinking he could deal with those four scumbags with childish tricks.

That was all he had tried to deal with, and he still failed over and over again.

What a joke. He had been so stupid. So blindly confident. Thinking he could win with silly tricks while an entire system was rigged against him.

Shame burned in his chest.

Micah lowered his eyes, holding his breath as Silas stopped in front of them.

Silas knelt down slowly, the movement smooth and controlled, like he was doing something routine. He reached out to pull the jacket aside.

Micah’s face was hidden behind Clyde’s jacket, the fabric draped over him like a shield.

Before Silas’s hand could touch it, Clyde shifted and pulled Micah tighter into his arms, his body blocking Silas’s reach.

Aidan scoffed loudly, clearly enjoying the tension. "What? President Du Pont suddenly thinks everyone is like him now? Trying to grope her? Where were you when she was crying here all alone?"

His voice was sharp and accusing.

He had seen the footage. Everyone had. The girl’s eyes had been red, her expression clearly distressed. That much was undeniable.

By now, Dean, Jacklin, and Emile had rushed over as well, drawn by the commotion.

Dean’s face turned pale when he heard Aidan’s words. Guilt washed over him. If he hadn’t chased Asena away earlier, she wouldn’t have been alone in such a secluded place.

He took a step forward, but Jacklin grabbed his sleeve, holding him back.

"Not now," she whispered urgently, her eyes flicking toward Clyde.

Clyde’s expression had gone dark, the air around him thick with suppressed anger.

He turned his gaze to Aidan, his eyes cold and unreadable.

"Or is there something you’re hiding?" Aidan continued, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. "You have, don’t you?"

He was hinting at Clyde’s tendency to hit the girl. He still had the misunderstanding that Asena’s beaten face was the result of Clyde’s doing.

Micah flinched under Clyde’s jacket. Shit.

Had Aidan noticed something? Was he about to push this even further? Was he seconds away from dropping his vest? If things escalated, Micah might be forced to drop his disguise. The thought of everyone discovering he was cross-dressing made his scalp tingle.

All around them, the guests had gathered in small clusters, whispering excitedly as they watched the drama unfold.

"What’s going on?"

"Is there bad blood between President Du Pont and Aidan Wilson?"

"Why was she alone here?"

"I heard she was crying."

"Was she really innocent? Maybe she was trying to seduce that man."

"Shh... they saw the footage. If that were true, his brother would’ve resisted."

"But their behaviour is strange..."

The murmurs layered over one another, forming a buzzing cloud of gossip.

Silas, however, didn’t seem affected in the slightest.

His face was calm, his tone even. "It’s alright. After experiencing something like that, it’s normal to be wary of strangers."

He turned his attention to Clyde. "Tell me. Where is she hurt?"

Clyde met his gaze without flinching. "She twisted her ankle."

Silas nodded. "May I examine it?"

Micah swallowed hard, then nodded slowly. Refusing now would only make things worse.

Silas slipped off one of his leather gloves and reached out with his bare hand.

Micah’s eyes widened.

Clyde stiffened, his jaw tightening.

Silas’s back was turned toward the others. No one noticed this small but deliberate act, except Micah and Clyde.

Silas’s fingers were cool as they touched Micah’s ankle. The contact made Micah’s skin crawl, nausea rising in his throat. He fought the urge to recoil, clenching his fists under the jacket.

Silas worked with focused precision, his touch firm but careful.

"Does it hurt here?" he asked, pressing gently.

Micah sucked in a breath. "Yes."

"And when you move it like this?" Silas rotated his foot slightly.

Micah hissed. "That hurts too."

Silas’s eyes didn’t leave his ankle as he continued. "Can you put pressure on it?"

"No," Micah replied quickly. "It feels like it’ll snap."

After a few more tests, Silas carefully set Micah’s foot down. He slid his glove back on.

"She’s sprained the muscles around the ankle," Silas announced. "She shouldn’t put weight on it. A brace is necessary. I recommend an X-ray at the hospital to rule out a fracture."

Clyde nodded slowly, though his gaze remained wary. He watched Silas like a hawk, clearly not trusting him.

Micah was still fighting the lingering sensation of Silas’s touch. His skin felt dirty, like something had crawled over it. He kept his face hidden, praying Silas hadn’t recognised him.

Silas straightened, his eyes lingering on the figure under Clyde’s jacket for just a moment too long.

The officer nearby cleared his throat. "Someone will need to come down to file the accusation. You can go to the hospital first, then come to the station afterwards."

Clyde didn’t argue.

He rose to his feet, carefully lifting Micah into his arms in a princess carry. Micah instinctively wrapped one arm around Clyde’s neck, burying his face deeper into the jacket.

Clyde strode toward the exit, ignoring the stares burning into their backs.

Aidan watched Silas with narrowed eyes. Something about this didn’t sit right with him. Everyone knew Silas Durant avoided people like the plague. So why had he volunteered to get so close to a stranger tonight?

It didn’t add up.

Silas noticed his stare and turned toward him, his eyes flat and emotionless.

Aidan smirked. "Thank you for your... selfless assistance. I’ll make sure to apologise to your aunt for the disturbance tonight."

Silas brushed invisible dust from his sleeve. "Mr Wilson speaks as if it were your family’s fault that the Lobart turned out to be such a disappointment."

Aidan’s smile sharpened. "It is our negligence that something like this happened."

He didn’t sound apologetic at all.

"I will pass on your message," Silas replied coolly. "Let us hope the rest of the evening remains uneventful."

With that, he turned and walked toward the staircase, his footsteps echoing softly as he disappeared from view.

Aidan clicked his tongue. What an unpleasant man.