Chapter 51: The Last Time He Had To Endure It
Micah stepped into the pharmacy like a man on a mission, his sharp eyes darting around as if expecting an ambush. The overly bright lights reflected off the white floors, making Micah’s disguise a sore sight for the eyes.
Other customers peeked at him in alarm, shifting away as if he were some lunatics, escaping from a mental hospital. Darcy stood there, his neutral expression crumbling slightly.
Micah scanned every corner, his gaze narrowing behind the dark sunglasses that slipped slightly down his nose. He was looking for Silas.
According to the novel, Silas always showed up around this time, right on time to witness the way Darcy was humiliated and offer a helping hand.
Every time Darcy came to pick up his mother’s medication, that scumbag would either personally interfere or use one of the staff to inflate the price, cornering Darcy into an uncomfortable situation.
Then, like a hero, he would appear and mediate the situation, gaining Darcy’s gratitude.
Micah scoffed inwardly. Tsk, what a piece of shit!
From the corner of his eyes, Darcy watched as Micah peeked around, acting like he was in a spy movie. His movements were exaggerated and slightly ridiculous, but oddly so Micah.
Unknowingly, a small smile filled his face.
Darcy stepped forward, handing the folded prescription to the pharmacist behind the counter with his usual polite composure.
"This is for my mother," he said softly.