Chapter 273: My Wife is Always Right
Meanwhile, Micah stepped out of the car after ending the call with Darcy. His eyes passed over Dylon and Lin Heye, familiar faces, before stopping on a stranger.
Another jeep pulled up, and two young men stepped out. Emile and Dean.
Micah’s expression visibly fell. He shot Clyde a look, betrayal tightening the space between his brows.
Clyde caught the look and smiled. "Georgina’s probably in another car. Right?" he asked, turning to Lin Heye.
"Yeah. She insisted on bringing her baby, dragged Jacklin and Soha into it too." Lin Heye said with a hint of resentment.
Dylon strolled over and gave Micah a hearty slap on the shoulder. "Little brother! Good to see you again."
Micah grinned. "Hey, how is it going, big star?" Then he nodded to Lin Heye, and his tone became more respectful. "Mr Lin."
"I told you. Drop the formality. Just call me brother Lin," Lin Heye said.
Micah’s grin widened, showing the row of his teeth. "Alright. Brother Lin."
Then his gaze drifted to the stranger standing beside them.
"This is also our friend," Lin Heye said, patting Mason’s back.
"Mason Cooper," the man said, offering his hand.
Micah shook it. "Micah Ramsy. Nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine. Well, it’s not every day you can see Clyde’s..."
Before his words were finished, Lin Heye stomped down on Mason’s feet, hard. He cut him off before he could utter words like boyfriend or lover. They knew Mason too well. He was ready to stir up trouble.
Mason’s expression changed a bit.
Lin Heye leaned and whispered in his ear. "Shut up. Or Clyde will drown you in that lake."
Micah barely registered the exchange. His mind was on Emile.
After last night’s banquet disaster, he wasn’t sure how Emile would act around him. Especially seeing him this close with his uncle... the patriarch.., the more Micah thought, the more he felt his situation was really strange.
Not to mention, he had heard Jacklin was coming too. What if she recognised him? Oh shit. If it wasn’t for Georgina and being in the middle of nowhere, he would have fled.
Clyde noticed Micah’s gaze was locked on his nephews, staring rigidly, eyes narrowed. He could guess what Micah was thinking, why he was worried.
It was bound to happen eventually.
Sooner or later Micah would have to face the Du Pont Juniors, navigating how to deal with them while he stayed beside him.
Emile, meanwhile, had frozen mid-step. His eyes were locked on Micah.
Little uncle hadn’t said anything, just told them to come here for the weekend. Now seeing Micah... he glanced at Dean and leaned, voice hushed.
"Do you know why he is here?"
Dean shook his head. He was also in shock. "No idea."
They hesitated before approaching, glancing at Micah standing beside Little Uncle and his friends.
Emile’s eyes narrowed, watching the interaction just a few steps away. Something didn’t sit right. Micah or others weren’t acting like this was their first time meeting each other.
Dean and Emile finally reached them. Emile straightened his back, his voice steady but polite as he spoke. "Little Uncle," he greeted.
Dean mirrored him.
Clyde gave both of them a brief nod.
Next, the two greeted the three older men, then their gazes stopped on Micah.
Micah scratched his cheek, finding the situation awkward. "Hey," he said, lifting a hand.
Emile grabbed his arm and yanked him aside, away from their uncle. "You know my uncle?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Micah let himself be pulled away. He opened his mouth, hesitating. "Well," he began, voice low. "I was in a bit of a pinch, and he helped me out..." Micah glanced sideways at Clyde.
"Again?" Emile asked incredulously. His uncle had an aura that even he found it hard to approach, not to say asking for help.
Micah’s eyebrow shot up. "What do you mean again?"
Dean, who had followed them, glanced over at Clyde. Their uncle didn’t seem inclined to stop them. Taking it as a silent permission, he spoke. "The time you had stomach pain in the dorm, it was our uncle who took us to the hospital."
Micah’s lips parted slightly as the memory rose. He remembered that time, before the military training began, when he had stuffed too much street food, ignoring Darcy’s warning. Then a pain spread across his stomach, so bad that Emile had to rush him to the hospital. But he couldn’t recall seeing Clyde at all.
"Oh... so that’s happened," Micah murmured, a dawning realisation forming in his expression. "I nearly collapsed at the gate one day, and he helped me. So he knew me at that time..."
Micah’s voice trailed off, but his expression hardened. His glare deepened, teeth grinding together.
That smug bastard.
He remembered he had asked Clyde why he helped him and that annoying man spat nonsense about a stray cat or something!
The nerve! Clyde clearly knew he was Emile’s roommate! He had helped him because of that. But he didn’t squeak a pip!
The more Micah thought about it, the angrier he became.
Emile’s brows furrowed. He caught the subtle shift in Micah’s body language, the twitching fingers, the burning eyes, the darkening expression. Yeah. Micah’s temper was acting up again. Did Dean say something wrong?
"Anyway,’ Emile said hastily, stepping back. "Let’s go inside. I’ve never been here before." He gave Dean a small shove, dragging him away and putting some much-needed space between themselves and the now fuming Micah.
Clyde felt the scorching glare from his left. It was unmistakable.
Lin Heye leaned in, whispering near Clyde’s ear with a grin. "Oh, boy. What did you do? He looks like he’s about to snap your head off."
Clyde turned his head toward Micah questioningly. He hadn’t heard what they had been discussing before. But even if he had, he doubted it would’ve made much difference. Micah’s thought process was hard for him to follow. Reading them was like trying to track a leaf caught in a whirlwind.
Regardless, Clyde was ready to take the blame. For anything. For everything.
Like Uncle Lin always said with a smile.
’My wife is always right.’