From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL) Chapter 201: How to Break a Saint

Queen’s Hospital was quiet this ti of night. The fluorescent lights in the hallways buzzed faintly, casting a dull white glow over the tiled floors. Most of the staff had either gone ho or were huddled away in break rooms, trying to catch so rest between shifts.

The only sound breaking the stillness was the click of Silas’s shoes. He walked with his usual calm, his white coat swaying slightly with each step. His brown eyes were unreadable, fixed straight ahead as he moved through the dim corridor. He didn’t glance at the nurses who passed him, didn’t acknowledge the whispers that trailed in his wake. Ever since the scandal at the pharmacy had erupted, the looks thrown his way were cold at best, hostile at worst.

But Silas didn’t flinch. He didn’t bow his head. He never had.

He pushed open the pavilion door and stepped inside. The air inside was warr, stuffier. The faint sll of instant coffee and antiseptic hung in the air. A couple of resident doctors were lounging on the couches, so scrolling their phones, others dozing off.

A few heads turned his way. Their gazes lingered just a second too long.

He ignored them.

Silas walked slowly toward the far side of the room where the neurologist’s break room was tucked behind a wooden door. He pushed it open and stepped inside.

There was only one person in the room. A man with long brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail was sprawled out on one of the narrow couches, a dical journal laid open on his chest. He lifted a hand lazily as Silas entered.

"Hey," he said, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.

Silas nodded, shutting the door behind him. He took off his white coat, folding it neatly over the back of a chair before sitting down.

"Still dumping their tough cases on you?" the man asked, stretching one leg over the armrest and yawning. "They treat you like so overpaid intern these days."

He had been Silas’s classmate since high school and knew more about him than most.

Silas didn’t answer the question. Instead, his voice ca out quiet and cold. "David, did you find what I asked you?"

David Andreae sat up slowly, pushing the journal aside. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "Yeah, Flora Tilden. She is at a private hospital now. One under the Ramsy family."

Silas’s jaw tensed, but he said nothing.

"One of the doctors there is an old classmate of mine. He said when she was admitted she had Aplastic anemia. Pretty serious too. Their chief had a lot to say about us, by the way. Called Queen’s a dump and cursed out our whole departnt. Especially you for mismanaging her. Saying we are a bunch of lunatics." David said with a snicker.

Silas’s brows furrowed. "Aplastic Anemia? Why? She was stable the last ti I checked"

"Yeah. I told him that," David said, shrugging. "But they wouldn’t believe it. Well with your track record..."

Silas turned his head away, ignoring his words.

David’s teasing faded as he sat forward. His expression turned serious. "Silas. As your friend, I’m telling you, let him go. This case is not just destroying your family business and legacy. It’s wrecking your future as a doctor. You see what people say about you and how awful treat you. If you insist on chasing that boy, it gets only worse."

Silas turned his cold distant eyes toward David. "He’s the only one who looks like him."

"I know. I get it. I was shocked too when I saw him for the first ti. But co on, is it really worth it? Are you really ruining your future for soone who disregards your feelings and goes ahead with your father’s suggestion?"

Silas’s fingers curled slightly on his knees.

David stood up, brushing off his pants. "At the end of the day, he just wanted your family na, the legacy, your status, not you."

He paused. "And this new one? The one who looks like him? I say he is less likely to love you. I have seen him. The way he looks at you is just pure indifference. Even after all the shit you pulled on him."

Silas’ expression didn’t change.

David sighed. "Fine. If you really that hang up on him, then wait. Two more years. That’s all. By then you’ll be a full-fledged registered doctor, and you will have legal control over SAFA. No one can push you around when you’re holding the reins."

Silas stood up and walked toward the window, arms crossed, staring out at the dark hospital courtyard below.

David didn’t let go. "Until then, find a way to vent all that frustration. You’re wound so tight, you’re gonna snap."

Silas turned his head. "What do you an?"

David smirked. "Here." He walked over and shoved a small black card into Silas’s hand. "It’s an app. Invitation only. Dom-sub relationships. Super tight security, everything confidential. Users are bound by contract not to reveal identities. Legal enforcent too."

Silas stared down at the card, his lips pressed in disgust. "I don’t have any interest in that stuff."

"I know it’s not your thing," David said, watching him. "But think about it. You can use that confidentiality to hide your identity. You can’t just go and sleep around anymore like before. If your family knows it this ti, they will marry you off in a second to a daughter of so well-known family."

Silas gave him a sharp glance.

"Listen to . Try it once. You’ve got nothing to lose."

David checked his watch.

"I’m on shift. Think about it," David said and stepped out.

Silas stood alone in the room, still staring at the card. It was matte black with gold letters. Alpha Duminus.

Sleek. Discreet. Disgusting.

His thumb brushed the edge of the card. It felt too smooth. Artificial. Like the idea itself.

He didn’t really like it. Not even a little. The thought of touching a stranger, soone ek and obedient didn’t excite him. He preferred breaking powerful souls, ones with too much pride, thinking they were pure and uptight. Soone like Darcy. Not a blind submission. Not indulgent gas wrapped up in contracts.

He closed his eyes, jaw clenched.

But David was right about one thing. He wasn’t in any position to chase after that dream, not with the Ramsy family protecting Darcy, not with his hospital reputation in ruins, and not with SAFA hanging by a thread. He couldn’t afford any more rumours. Couldn’t afford to be caught sneaking around, looking for comfort in the wrong place.

He wanted Darcy. Still. Pathetically.

He wanted to trap him, win him, break him open until he belonged to no one else. But that road was closed for now.

Until then... Maybe he did need sothing. A distraction.

Silas exhaled sharply through his nose, then put the card in his pocket, his face unreadable.

He should wait two more years. Then none of this would matter.