Micah glanced at his family's disappointed faces and dropped his head in shame. He had gone to Ramsy Empire acting all high and mighty, suggesting something like that, and then he had completely forgotten about them.
And that was not even the worst part. He hadn't told Darcy about his plan to bring the Ramsy family here either. Darcy had every right to be angry and disappointed in him. He peeked at the dark-haired young man.
"Sorry… you were sick, burning up with a fever, and I…" Micah stammered, trying to justify his actions, but before he could finish, several voices overlapped.
"Sick?"
"When?"
"What fever?"
A chorus of questions erupted around the room.
Darcy's expression darkened. He turned to Flora quickly. "It was nothing. Just a common cold," he said, trying to assure her.
