From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 51: The Last Time He Had To Endure It

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.

The pharmacist scanned the paper, her expression unreadable at first until she offered a half-hearted smile. "I am sorry, sir. We are currently out of stock."

Darcy’s shoulders slumped just a little. He nodded with a calm resignation like he had expected this.

Micah bolted and appeared beside Darcy.

"What? Out of stock?!" he barked. "Why?"

The pharmacist’s expression changed upon noticing Micah’s aggressive behaviour.

"Sir, please lower your voice. Or we will be compelled to call security to escort you out."

"Hah! Seriously?! Are you threatening me?!" Micah said incredulously.

The pharmacist didn’t lose her composure and looked at Darcy.

"Please Sir, control your companion. You wouldn’t want to be blacklisted from our pharmacy, would you?! Think of your severely sick mother."

Slowly, onlookers gathered around the two, their eyes full of scrutiny.

Micah wasn’t having it any longer. He pointed a finger at the pharmacist.

"Listen, lady! You are not seriously holding it for some VIP customer, are you? Do you think we don’t know how the system works?"

Micah jabbed his finger toward the prescription still on the counter, his free hand already pulling out his phone.

"Look closely. Right here. See that mark? This means the hospital will issue a notification to the nominative pharmacy. Which means," he paused dramatically, bringing his phone screen close to the pharmacist’s face, "you were informed in advance."

He swiped through his screen and read aloud, voice ringing across the room.

"When a hospital needs to dispense a rare medicine to a patient who will receive it at a community pharmacy, the hospital will notify the pharmacy about the prescription and the need to dispense the medication. This notification ensures the pharmacy has the medicine in stock or can obtain it, and it may also involve the hospital providing specific instructions on handling or storage."

Micah raised a brow, tilting his head. "So, What’s your excuse now?"

A flash of surprise crossed Darcy’s eyes. He was used to this, being dismissed, ignored, and made feel like the unreasonable one.

At first, he had tried to argue. But over the time, his protests had dulled. No matter how polite or logical he was, he always hit a wall. Eventually, he had given up.

Like today, he had long anticipated this response from the pharmacist.

But Micah knowing about this policy was really shocking. Did he have someone around him with the need for rare medicine?

Darcy found himself staring at Micah... he was blazing, fierce and unrelenting.

The pharmacist caught off guard, faltered.

Her expression was half embarrassed, half awkward. She was just obeying her boss’s order.

A murmur echoed around the counter. The crowd, upon hearing Micah’s reasoning, shifted their pointed looks from Darcy to the pharmacist.

"What? Why won’t you say anything? Fine, I’ll call the AHPRA!"

Micah snapped, raising his phone.

The word hadn’t left Micah’s mouth when a middle-aged man in a white coat appeared.

"Now, now, Dear customer, there is no need to make things difficult. Even if you complain, it might not solve your problem right away. They had many procedures, protocols, and long processing times. Until when do you want to wait? Even if we restock our shelves, we might not hand it to you...."

The man gave Micah a knowing look.

"Is that your answer?" Micah let out an angry laugh. "Good, who is your boss? Go ahead. call him. Because I guarantee you things are about to get messy."

He shot a devilish grin at them.

From start to finish, Darcy’s gaze was on Micah.

He saw the boy lift his phone and say. "Did you all hear that? Who should I call first? Media? Or Uncle Hakimi in AHPRA?"

From the phone speaker, Albert Ramsy’s voice echoed in the pharmacy.

"Just wait there. I’ll handle this."

"Thanks, Grandpa."

The staff didn’t recognise Albert Ramsy’s voice, but they noticed how confident the boy with the cap was and all had a bad feeling about it.

It didn’t take long before every line in the pharmacy started ringing.

Micah stood relaxed beside Darcy, watching the chaos. He nudged him with an elbow.

"Is every time like this?" he asked.

How many times Darcy was forced to tolerate this kind of attitude to get his mother’s medicine? Even providing the money was a headache, and then dealing with these annoying people... really, why should the author choose this awful setting for the protagonist?

Darcy did not respond.

Micah sighed. He patted on Darcy’s shoulder.

"Hey, chin up. This is the last time. From now on, nobody will dare to pull this scam on you again."

Darcy lifted his dark eyes and stared at Micah, draped in sunglasses and a cap. He could only see the pressed lips.

"Ummm, thank you." his voice was hoarse.

Micah averted his gaze, there was an unfamiliar look in Darcy’s eyes that made him uncomfortable.

He didn’t do this just to help Darcy, but more for his biological mother, for the injustice of it all.