From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 580: The Unwritten - (part one)

Micah pressed himself tighter behind the pillar, his palms slightly sweaty as he peeked out. The hallway lights reflected off the polished floor in the middle of Friday night, making everything look sharper and colder. He watched the two men stand outside a glass observation window similar to those in an ICU ward. Silas on the left and Nabil Lobart on the right of it.

Silas’s presence was chilling, like the temperature dropped whenever he spoke. His posture was straight, back rigid, eyes emotionless as he stared through the glass. Nabil’s aura was different, still cold but controlled. His expression neutral, his hands tucked neatly into the pockets of his coat, calculating and silent.

Micah swallowed hard. There was absolutely no mention of these two being close in the novel. None. Zero.

Not even after the storm annihilated Ramsy Empire, leaving Darcy without any backing.

Were these two cooperating to bring down the Ramsy family from the start?

His curiosity burned hotter than his fear.

Micah took a cautious step forward, then another, inching closer to the corner. He leaned sideways, his ear felt like it was enlarging by the second, trying to catch anything.

That was when he finally caught the tail of Nabil’s words.

"Thank you for coming," Nabil said, voice calm but carrying a hint of strain. "I wanted a second opinion about his condition before deciding what to do next."

Silas didn’t even turn his head toward the man. He continued staring at the patient lying inside the room. The boy was hooked to machines, with intubation tubes and an array of monitors taking his vitals. "I’ve examined him and looked at his EEG. Everything you’ve been told is correct. There’s no obvious reason for his continued coma. According to his MRI, there isn’t even swelling in his brain. The only thing we can do is wait for him to regain consciousness." Silas replied coldly and professionally.

There was no hint of warmth, comfort or friendliness toward Nabil Lobart.

He was mildly irritated. If it weren’t for his aunt and mother, he would not set foot here. There were far more experienced neurologists than him in the city. There was no need to ask a guy who had finished his residency not long ago to examine this boy. But this man insisted he needed someone he could trust. Hence Silas was dragged here. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Nabil nodded slowly, absorbing every word. His eyes flickered once with worry but it was quickly masked. "I see."

Silas didn’t try to console Nabil. He simply stood straight, expression passive. He had already put aside the patient’s matter in his mind. There was something far more intriguing that occupied his thoughts.

The news he got from the Ramsy family today made him more interested in Micah and Darcy. That Wilson branch family was tied by marriage to a collateral Ramsy family. Getting first-hand news from them was easy. His aunt had informed him on the spot.

Silas saw this as an opportunity. He still could not fathom why Micah’s touch didn’t bother him. Maybe in this situation he could fish in muddy waters, getting close to the silver-haired boy and observing.

"Unfortunately, that’s all I could do. However, if you need help with something or have questions don’t hesitate to contact me."

Silas bid goodbye to Nabil with a cold polite nod and turned around to leave. But he came eye to eye with the said person.

Micah’s body went stiff on the spot, losing the chance to hide. His breath stuck in his throat.

Oh no. No no no.

Silas’s brown eyes pinned him down instantly, sharp and emotionless, as if he were dissecting Micah with a single glance.

Nabil’s gaze followed his, landing directly on Micah. The silver hair was impossible to miss.

He strolled over before Silas even moved.

"Excuse me," he said, voice level, unreadable. "You’re the one from the shooting club, aren’t you?"

Micah opened his mouth and closed it. He could just master a nod.

Nabil tilted his head slightly. "Are you here because of him? Did the news spread this far already?"

Micah blinked. What news?

He quickly shook his head and lifted his arm, showing the faint mark from the IV line. "No... I was admitted here myself. Um... what happened to him? Is he okay?"

Nabil’s eyes moved to the mark, scanning it carefully. His expression didn’t change, but something in his posture relaxed a fraction. He believed Micah.

Silas stepped toward him then, voice dipping into a tone that sent every hair on Micah’s arms standing straight.

"Young Master Micah," Silas said. "You should take better care of yourself."

Micah’s entire body broke into goosebumps.

Every strand of hair in his body was erect like a palm tree. What the hell was with this caring voice of Silas? Hello? Did we know each other? Were we close somehow? Micah rubbed his arms, suppressing his disgust. "Doctor Durant, I wasn’t aware you cared this much for your old patients." His voice dipped with mocking.

"Well," Silas said slowly, "someone who ended up in my bed in my apartment is hard to ignore."

Micah’s eyes nearly shot out of his skull.

"WHAT?!"

How could he be this shameless and say in front of a stranger that he slept with him?

"Don’t twist the truth as you wish. I was dragged there against my will. And I was unconscious." Micah defended himself.

Silas tilted his head, enjoying every drop of Micah’s embarrassment. His eyes were cold but glinted with something dangerous, pleasure from another’s discomfort.

Micah wanted to grab the nearest object and smash it over his smug face.

Nabil watched silently, absorbing the interaction like data. He didn’t interfere. Didn’t question. Didn’t judge.

But he definitely caught the underlying tension. After a moment, he asked, "You two... know each other?"

Silas answered before Micah could cut him off.

"Yes," he said calmly. "He’s the young master of the Ramsy family. Micah Ramsy."

He watched Micah closely. Waiting.

Hoping to see discomfort, perhaps panic, after being reminded of being a fake.

But Micah didn’t react. Not even a twitch.

Silas’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Micah cleared his throat, trying to push past the awkwardness. "What about Naos? How is he?"

Nabil turned toward the glass. His face shadowed for a moment. "He suffered a head trauma. Falling off a horse. He’s still unconscious."

Micah stepped forward, drawn to the still, pale figure lying inside. The awkward boy from the shooting club.

Why was the universe throwing all these plot points at him at once?

He stared at the boy, machines beeping steadily. His mind was buzzing.

First, he had drunk the spiked drink instead of Darcy. Second, he had met Silas even though he was not at the Queen’s hospital, somehow filling the plot. And now he met the Lobart family. Was there something he had missed? He replayed everything he remembered from the novel regarding the Lobart family. But there was nothing.

Should he leave? Or was the universe trying to tell him something?