Micah quickly caught up with Darcy down the hallway, sneaking glances at him until Darcy's patience wore thin. "What?"
Micah scratched his cheek. "Umm….do you have a place to move to?"
Darcy stopped mid-step, one hand resting on the railing. He turned his head slightly, brows knitting. "What place?"
"You said you wanted the Ramsy family to help move your mum and sister out. Remember?"
Darcy's expression shifted as he searched his memory. Right. He had said that. He opened his mouth to refuse, but Micah beat him to it.
"Don't you dare refuse! They are my mum and sister too! You know what? I'm going to move them into one of my own apartments, somewhere with proper security. I can't stand thinking of them living alone in a place like this. It's not safe," Micah said and unlocked his phone.
