From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 658: One Bun Saved a Life

The Ramsy family looked... harmonious, the moment the thought flashed in Emile’s mind, reality slapped it away.

Vivian’s voice cut through the air like a sharp knife.

"No one wants to address the elephant in the room?" Her tone was laced with disdain, loud enough that it bounced slightly off the walls.

Every movement in the room paused.

Mabel’s hand shot out instantly, elbowing her daughter in the side. "Stop making trouble and eat your breakfast," she hissed under her breath.

But Vivian was already staring openly at Micah and Clyde. "But isn’t it weird to act like this is normal?" She pointed directly at them. "Him being fed like that?"

Mabel coughed, clearly caught off guard. Her eyes flicked between Micah, Clyde, Jacob, and Elina, like she was trying to figure out the correct stance to take.

Before anyone else could speak, Micah lifted his head. His expression was calm, almost too calm. "I didn’t say anything earlier," he said evenly, "because the circumstances weren’t ideal for this kind of topic."

He paused just long enough for everyone to focus fully on him.

"Everyone, this is my boyfriend." He gestured toward Clyde.

The words dropped into the room like a stone into still water. Ripples spread instantly.

Felicity’s brows shot up. Mabel blinked. Graham inhaled quietly. Some faces showed surprise. Others, judgment. A few, worry.

Vivian’s jaw practically fell. "Ha? Weren’t you straight? Didn’t you have a crush on a girl in your class?"

Clyde scooped another spoonful of porridge and offered it into Micah’s mouth, like this was just another casual topic, nothing to do with him.

Micah swallowed. "Nope. Not a crush. I just liked her sense of style. She was like... design inspiration. A muse. People exaggerated."

Mabel and Felicity immediately looked at Jacob and Elina, silently searching their reactions. The two parents didn’t look angry. If anything, they looked... accepting. Tired, but not resistant.

From a practical standpoint, it wasn’t even bad. Micah wasn’t officially a Ramsy anymore. And having someone like Clyde Du Pont, powerful, capable, by his side? That was security, not scandal.

Still... it was oddly funny. Their two older daughters had zero dating experience, yet the youngest "son" had already brought home a boyfriend.

Willow hadn’t even gone on proper dates with Gu Donghai. Everyone knew that the arrangement was pure business.

Then their gazes shifted to Darcy. He was still eating, cheeks puffed, completely unaffected.

Mabel forced a smile and looked back at Micah and Clyde. "You two look good together."

"Mum!" Vivian exploded. "This is so unfair! You won’t let me date, but you’re okay with Micah? We’re the same age!"

"Shush," Mabel shot back. "Micah is more mature than you. And who could tolerate that awful temper of yours? Two days and they’d break up with you. Then I’d lose my ears from your crying."

"Mum! You’re so mean!"

"My beautiful niece," Jacob said mildly, "this is a hospital. Keep your voice down."

Vivian’s face turned red with bottled-up anger, but she bit her lip, glaring at the floor.

Felicity clapped her hands lightly, trying to steer things away. "Alright, alright. Let’s change topics. Isn’t the order a bit messed up though?" She smiled at Aria and Darcy. "You two don’t want to find someone?"

She leaned forward slightly. "No one at university? Or at your internship company?"

Dean straightened subconsciously, eyes sliding to Aria. He tried to look casual but failed miserably. The timing was wrong so they hadn’t confessed yet, nor were they dating officially.

Aria noticed. She peeked at him, then answered, "Aunt Felicity, I’m focusing on my studies. You know how demanding becoming a lawyer is."

Felicity nodded, though her eyes were amused. "Then what about you, Darcy?" she continued. "I bet lots of girls have a crush on you."

"Of course they do!" Micah cut in before Darcy could speak. "You don’t know how popular Darcy is. I have to push people aside just to talk to him!"

"Wow, really?" Felicity said, looking impressed.

Emile burst out laughing. "Yeah, Aunty. Darcy is campus grass, and Micah was voted campus flower."

Micah immediately kicked his leg. "Who are you calling campus flower?!"

"Am I wrong? It was even posted on the campus forum!" Emile grinned wickedly. "You’ve got tons of nicknames in esports too. Helen of Troy, Siren...oh, and the shipping! With that SilverBlade team captain. You two had a whole fandom."

He pointed between Micah and Darcy. "There was also one for you two...What was it called? Grumpy cat and black retriever? No, no... something sweeter..."

He never finished. Darcy shoved an entire bun into Emile’s mouth. "You talk too much."

Emile made muffled protest noises.

Darcy gave him a look. This idiot had totally missed glancing at his uncle’s expression. Clyde’s face had darkened. His hand, still holding the spoon, had gone very still.

Darcy, for once, had perfect survival instincts. He had no intention of getting added to the mental list Clyde was quietly keeping.

Meanwhile, Micah seriously considered committing a crime. Not a big one. Just a small, reasonable one, like lunging across the space between them, clapping a hand over Emile’s mouth, and beating him into a pulp. He began to even calculate how many years he would end up in jail if he accidentally murdered someone.

Because why ...why ...was Emile talking? 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

And not just talking. Spilling. Pouring. Dumping his entire social life onto the table like laundry in front of Clyde.

Micah’s fingers twitched against his thigh. His jaw locked so tight it hurt.

How could he run his mouth and say they had a fandom ship in the game? And with Archie? With Darcy?

Emile said it so brightly, like he was announcing dessert. Micah wanted the floor to open and swallow Emile whole.

What else was next? Huh? The dorm stories? The stupid campus forum posts? The ridiculous comments people left under their gaming clips?

Was Emile going to bring up that one time Darcy had bet with Archie in mid-match because they couldn’t fucking agree on who would carry Micah?

Micah’s soul nearly left his body just thinking about it. He racked his brain in a panic, flipping through memories like a man searching for evidence in a burning house. Did anything worse happen? Did he ever...oh god ...

hadn’t he gotten drunk and clung all over Darcy, calling him "cute little brother" or something? His ears burned.

Then, Darcy shut Emile up with a bun before he could say anything truly catastrophic.