Micah stepped out of the shower, steam still curling around him. He drew a breath and ran a towel through his damp hair. His thoughts drifted, dark, heavy, and relentless as his gaze flickered toward the locked drawer, where he kept the copy of DNA test results.
Now that he was back at the Ramsy estate, reality was sinking deeper into his mind. His stomach churned.
The thought of how Zhou Ruyan might react to Darcy kept growing in his mind. Would she be disappointed in him, her fake grandson? What if, upon learning the truth, she felt hurt, betrayed that he knew it but hid it?
Micah frowned, his fingers pausing mid-motion in his hair. Technically, he discovered the truth before starting college. That counted for something, right? She should at least give him credit for coming to terms with this huge revelation on his own so quickly. But human emotions were unpredictable. What if she rejected him for keeping it secret until now? What if she didn't want to see him again?
