From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 262: Third Wheel, Sharp Eyes

Chapter 262: Third Wheel, Sharp Eyes

In a car, Micah sat stiffly in the passenger seat, arms folded tightly across his chest as he stared out the window. The city moved by in flashes of colour and noise, but his scowl remained fixed.

"Really," he muttered, his voice edged with irritation. "We could’ve just gotten a taxi. Why are you even coming along?"

He didn’t look directly at Clyde, but glanced sideways, just enough to catch his reflection in the side mirror.

Clyde, hands steady on the wheel, didn’t change his expression. He threw a quick glance at Micah, eyes calm behind the sunglasses on his nose.

"Why can’t I come?" he asked. "The one whose mother and sister are in the hospital, didn’t object, but you have a problem with it?"

Micah let out an incredulous snort, shifting in his seat to face Clyde more fully. "Because he is too nice!" he snapped, jabbing a thumb toward the backseat without turning around.

Darcy, sitting behind them, blinked at the sudden outburst, unsure whether to speak or stay quiet. He was puzzled by Micah’s behaviour. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but Micah’s attitude toward him had become lukewarm. Like he had invaded his territory or something. Even in the walk-in closet, Micah just quickly picked up some clothes, surprising both him and Clyde.

Darcy looked down. Both he and Micah were dressed sharply, designer clothes that Georgina had personally packed for Micah, and had been shared with Darcy. The soft sheen of the fabric, the tailored cuts, made them look like they had stepped out of a fashion shoot. Stylish. Polished.

In this luxury car, he wasn’t out of place for once.

Darcy pursed his lips and decided not to get involved in their banter. He just turned his head, looking out the window.

In the passenger seat, Micah’s brows were furrowed, lips slightly pursed, jaw tight.

It wasn’t that Clyde tagging along was unbearable. It was what he might notice; that risk made his skin itch. The risk of Clyde seeing too much.

Clyde wasn’t just observant. He was sharp. Dangerously so.

He had recognised him at the charity gala as Asena, the girl from the old studio. Thank God he would never suspect cross-dressing, no one would, not with his arrogant behaviour. No one would believe he’d dress as a girl.

The problem was that he feared Clyde could see the resemblance between him and Nora... or worse, between him and Flora.

And there was this uncomfortable feeling seeing Clyde interested in Darcy. What else would he want to tag along?

The silence stretched between the three of them. Clyde let out a short exhale. "I also have business there. It’s not just for you guys that I’m going to the hospital."

He wasn’t lying. He wanted to get some sleeping pills meanwhile too.

"Right. Is it something to do with La Riviere Pharmaceuticals?" Micah asked, thinking of another possibility.

The name dropped like a small stone in the car.

Darcy lifted his head, staring at Clyde with focused eyes.

"Yeah. I need to check on the progress." Clyde lied without batting an eye. The main reason he was tagging along was to know more about this black-haired boy.

He recalled that Darcy, this quiet, sharp-eyed boy, was the one Micah had gone to Albert Ramsy about. Begging for help, even asking to target the SAFA Pharmaceutical.

Clyde knew how inferior Micah’s position was in Ramsy’s family; he had probably been forced to lower his head to Albert Ramsy to get Darcy’s mother out of reach of the Durant family. It didn’t help when he remembered Micah had sent that information about SAFA shares dropping to Aidan Wilson, aka his WeChat account. Or thought he did.

He knew Micah would never use people for personal gain. So if he had gotten involved, it had to be genuine.

But that only raised more questions. What had Albert Ramsy asked for in return? Had Micah paid a price no one knew about?

Did this young man deserve it? Did he know what Micah might have sacrificed for him?

Clyde tightened his grip on the steering wheel for just a moment before he relaxed.

He had to see for himself. And there it was Darcy’s sister. Who was Nora? Was Micah interested in her? There were just many questions. He couldn’t let anybody else take advantage of Micah, not after what his family had done.

They arrived at the hospital. Clyde parked the car and followed the two boys in silence. When they reached the room, Micah suddenly turned on his heel, cutting Clyde off with a sharp motion. "Go on. Do your work. You make them uncomfortable."

Clyde raised an eyebrow but didn’t refute it.

"Suit yourself."

He turned around and went to the director’s office without another word.

Darcy watched him go, lips parting slightly. "Why are you behaving so rudely to him?" he murmured.

Micah glanced at the closed door ahead, his hand hovering over the knob. He gritted his teeth. Why was Darcy worried about Clyde?

He pressed his lips together. "Am I wrong? He is a stranger to them," he said tightly.

Without looking at Darcy, Micah pushed open the door.

His eyes caught sight of Flora immediately, standing beside the hospital bed, with a cane in one of her hands.

Flora turned at the sound. Her expression bloomed with happiness. "Ah, you are here!"

Darcy rushed forward without hesitation, reaching out to steady her. "Mum, where’s Nora?" he asked, concern flashing across his face. "Don’t do this alone. What if you trip or fall?"

"Oh, you are such a worrywart boy. I’m getting better. I can walk just fine now." Flora said, her tone gentle, but she still leaned on Darcy. Her gaze darted toward Micah, and her smile widened. "Come in. Nora’s been so excited. She kept saying the handsome brother is coming today."

"Mum!" the sharp voice shrieked through the air.

Micah flinched, rubbing his ear. That shriek had nearly ruptured his eardrum. Nora stood in the doorway behind him, cheeks flushed pink, a small box cake in her hands.

"What nonsense are you saying? I went to get the cake we baked yesterday, and you are selling me out already?"

Micah smiled at her. "Hello, little sister. Still as loud as ever, huh?"

Nora brushed her hair behind her ear, her blush deepening.

Darcy looked at his sister, then gently took the cake from her hands. "Thank you."

He placed it on the small table near the bed. "I’ll go buy some drinks," he added. Before anyone could respond, he slipped out of the room, leaving Micah alone with Nora and his mother.