Chapter 52: This Meant The World
After the chaos at the pharmacy settled, Micah silently handed the small paper bag of medicine to Darcy. The label crinkled under his fingers, but he didn’t let go until Darcy took it.
"I talked to my grandfather. He is arranging for your mother to be transferred to our private hospital. A new attending doctor, someone we trust, and a new pharmacy nearby that won’t give you trouble. Everything is taken care of."
Darcy took the medicine as if in a daze. The weight of it in his hands felt unreal, light but loaded with years of unanswered suffering. Just half an hour ago, he had walked into the pharmacy prepared for another humiliating encounter. And now, this...
His worldview had shattered again.
He remembered the moment the higher-ups had shown up at the pharmacy, their hurried steps echoing against the tile. He remembered their questioning, the startled look on the staff’s faces, the dawning realisation that the orders to resist access had come from his mother’s attending doctor, Dr. Silas Durant. The same man who had pretended to care while making it deliberately harder to get the medication she needed. Dr Silas Durant had shares in the SAFA pharmaceuticals. That explained everything.
He couldn’t believe it. All these years, the humiliation, the sneers of the staff, the way bystanders would glance at him like he was an unfilial son, arguing at the counter like some delinquent. Every time he had to bargain, beg, explain, justify... all those sleepless nights working shifts after school, the gossip behind his back about the odd jobs he was forced to do.
Darcy’s chest tightened until he could hardly breathe. His throat burned.
He stared at Micah, this snow-white-haired, stubborn, arrogant boy who had unfolded everything with just one call. Yeah, one call to Ramsy’s patriarch and the scheme was revealed, even dealt with it.
"I wish I met you sooner...." he mumbled under his breath.
Micah didn’t catch it.
"Hum?!"