From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL) Chapter 232: The Cake Post That Shook The Ramsys

At the Ramsy estate, sunlight poured through the tall arched windows of the grand hall, casting golden patterns on the polished floor. Staff hustled around, arms full of fresh flowers, ladders creaked as wreaths were hung, and chairs were positioned around small tables. Everything glead in preparation for tonight’s banquet.

But that scene shattered in an instant.

A loud, piercing shriek echoed through the hall, bouncing off the high ceiling like a ball. Everyone flinched. One vase was nearly dropped.

"Mum! Look what Micah posted!" Aria’s voice rang with a mix of alarm and excitent as she stord into the room, phone raised like a trophy.

Elina, who had been inspecting a tray of gold-trimd table settings, clutched her chest with a gasp. "Sweetie! You nearly gave a heart attack," she said, breathless. "What is it? Did he ss up again?"

Aria didn’t answer. Instead, she marched over and shoved the phone directly into Elina’s face, eyes wide. "No. Just look!"

The screen lit up with a WeChat mont. A cake and a suspicious caption stood out.

Elina leaned in, grabbing the phone from her daughter’s hands quickly. "Is it true? Is he dating soone?"

Aria squeaked, grasping Elina’s arm and shaking it hard. "That’s what I’ve been saying! That rascal! He has found soone!"

"Is it that girl he used to have a crush on? You know the one before the accident, before hitting his head?" Elina asked.

"Her? Charlotte sothing?" Aria wrinkled her nose. "No way. With how prideful he is, there’s no chance he’d go near her after humiliating himself in front of her," she disagreed.

Before Elina could respond, another voice cut in.

"So who is it, then?" Willow appeared from behind them.

"You saw it too?"

Willow gave a short nod.

"Not a guess?" Elina looked at her older daughter.

"Nope. Not a clue," Willow said coolly.

"Mum, don’t you know sothing? You’re still on the campus with him. Have you heard sothing suspicious? Romantic?" Aria asked, curiosity written all over her face.

Elina’s brows furrowed. "No. Just that rumour about that mysterious blond man."

"It wouldn’t be him, right?" Aria exclaid in horror.

"Think about it. What rich man bakes a cake? They just order one from so French bakery." Elina flatly vetoed it.

"Right. Even though so n like cooking, baking on the other hand, is off limits, they think it’s girly." Aria nodded.

"Did you find anything about him?" Elina asked Willow.

"Nope. Nothing. The eyewitness just said he looked rich. They had an argunt about the street food, sothing about being unhealthy and then Micah just obediently followed him." Willow explained what she had found in the past week.

Aria made a face. "Obediently? Who? Micah?"

Elina blinked in disbelief. "Was he being blackmailed or sothing?"

"Oh please," Aria scoffed. "Last ti he wouldn’t shut up about how kind and thoughtful that guy was, passionately singing his praise, have you forgotten? It was so gross! Not a chance he was being threatened to follow."

"Yeah. Anyway, it’s not him. Right?" Elina asked, thoughtfully. "If he had a brain, he would lure Micah to his place to bake cake. Not going to Micah’s."

"What did you make of him? Pedophile or sothing?" Willow’s lips twitched.

Then, the front doors burst open, and Jacob Ramsy rushed in, his usual gentle face tight with panic.

"We need to go to his apartnt!" Jacob declared, striding in like a soldier on a mission. "Right now!"

"And what? Embarrass him in front of his date?" Elina retorted.

"I have to find out who it is!" Jacob said, already turning to leave.

Elina reached out and quickly grabbed his elbow. "Jacob, wait. If we do that, he’ll shut us out completely. You know how he is."

"Don’t be hasty, Dad. Let’s think this through," Willow added calmly.

Jacob paused, his shoulders tense. "So what should we do then? Sit here while he gets swept away by so strangers?"

They all glanced at one another, not knowing what to answer.

"Should we just ask him?" Willow finally offered.

"And what if he doesn’t answer?"

"Should I check the building’s security feed?" Jacob asked.

"No!" three voices snapped in unison.

Aria stepped forward, her expression deadly serious. "Dad. He’ll know. And then he’ll kill us."

"Rember the last ti you did this?" Elina winced at the mory. "At school? When soone tried to fra him for setting off the fire alarm?"

Aria shook her head. "Yeah, you marched into the principal’s office with CCTV proof that he was outside feeding stray cats at that ti. You thought you were helping."

Aria continued.

"What was the result? He said his tough image was ruined and sulked for a month."

"He was so mad. He said no one respected him as the school’s scariest troublemaker anymore." Elina’s lips twitched, recalling that.

Jacob looked genuinely puzzled. "I still don’t get why he likes pretending to be so tough."

"Well, with all the bullying he went through, who wouldn’t?" Willow murmured.

They all sighed, almost in unison, their expressions softening as they thought back.

Even in kindergarten, Micah had been a magnet for conflict. No matter the school, no matter how elite or obscure, there was always soone with a grudge, soone who picked at him like a loose thread. They had tried everything, from rotating bodyguards, changing schools, to even hoschooling for a while. But trouble always found him, like he carried a target on his back.

Despite it all, Micah had rarely fought back first. He didn’t start things. He just ended them, with a cool stare, a sharp tongue, or, when pushed far enough, a fist.

In the end, Micah found his own way to cope with this bizarre setting.

It wasn’t until recently, in university, that things had quieted. Except for the forum incident, there had been nothing serious.

They all had expected so major fights or big dramas. But surprisingly, nothing happened.

Maybe... soone had helped him?

Elina looked down at the phone in her hand, staring at the picture of that homade cake.

"Let’s wait until he cos back," Elina said at last.