Chapter 24: Home Sweet… Never Mind, Run!
Micah slumped back against the taxi seat, staring down at his torn, blood-streaked clothes in dismay. The dim glow of passing streetlights cast flickering shadows across his face, revealing the exhaustion in his eyes. It was past midnight, and he was scared of going home in this attire.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. His gaze landed on his ID card. A hotel seemed like a better option. He was past eighteen now.
He didn’t want to go somewhere that might recognise him. With a quick search on his phone, he settled on a moderately rated hotel, one not owned by the elite families in the city.
He directed the taxi driver to the location and leaned back, staring at the city lights through the window.
After checking in, Micah locked the hotel room door behind him and let out a slow breath. Walking into the bathroom, His fingers reached up to his eyes, carefully removing the lenses. Wrapping plastic around his bandaged arm and taking off his clothes, he stepped under showers, wincing as the water ran down his body. He washed his hair with one hand, turning his dark hair white again. His mind replayed tonight’s events like a broken tape.
He hadn’t intended to show himself to them, he had planned to observe them from afar. But fate, or sheer bad luck, had made his presence known to them.
Micah pondered whether he should change his plan and tell his family and Darcy about the mix-up right now or not.
If he confessed now, there were pros and cons to consider.
The pros were that he would be free of this burdensome secret. He could help his biological family openly and bring back the real young master to his rightful place, liberating him from hardship.
The cons were the unpredictability of those four big shots’ involvement. What if they connect with Darcy sooner?!
And what if the real young master, Darcy, held grudges against him, unlike in the novel?