Chapter 6
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Time seemed to grind to a halt. Facing such primal danger, most people would instinctively shield their heads, cover their faces, or roll to the side to escape.
However, Robin didn't protect his head or try to run. Instead, his body went rigid as he recoiled into a fetal position. His hands locked in a protective grip over his lower abdomen.
Just then, someone lunged forward and shouted, "Robin, watch out!"
Kyle charged in recklessly, pulling Robin into a tight embrace and using his back as a human shield to stand between Robin and the horse.
Just as the horse was about to trample on Kyle, Cynthia yanked the reins tight. The black horse's front hooves flailed in the air before slamming back down, barely inches from the two men.
The air was filled with swirling dust. Robin was deathly pale, trembling violently as he collapsed into Kyle's embrace. His hands remained clamped on his stomach.
Kyle held Robin tightly and carefully checked if he was hurt.
"Are you hurt? Did you hit your stomach? Are you in pain?" he asked in a wavering voice.
The scene was beyond bizarre.
Cynthia looked down and pretended to be shocked. She covered her mouth and said, "Oh my! Robin, I'm so sorry. I lost control of the horse all of a sudden. But…"
Her gaze lingered on their tangled embrace. "Kyle, you're just the driver's son. Aren't you a little too concerned about Robin?
"And Robin, that's quite a unique defensive posture. You actually shielded your stomach instead of your head? Are you hiding gold bars there?" "
Robin snapped back to his senses and quickly pushed Kyle aside. He scrambled to his feet, frantically adjusting his clothes.
"My… My stomach was hurting. It suddenly hurt so bad that I couldn't move. I'm feeling unwell. I shall take my leave."
Robin didn't bother to exchange pleasantries before fleeing to the car with Kyle's support. As I watched the black Maybach speed away, I walked over to Cynthia's side.
Cynthia stopped smiling and asked solemnly, "Did you see that, Kathy?"
I narrowed my eyes and replied, "Yes. A man doesn't react like that. The way Robin was holding his stomach seemed like second nature to him."
"Let's follow them." Cynthia and I got into the car and secretly tailed behind Robin's Maybach.
To our surprise, Robin didn't head back to the heavily guarded Wright residence or pull up to a hospital. Instead, the car went into a high-end luxury apartment with airtight security.
Our car couldn't enter the premises, so Cynthia and I donned hats and masks and slipped inside through a side gate.
We staked out the lobby for nearly half an hour. Finally, someone dressed in sunglasses and a cap emerged from the building. Even with the disguise, the man was unmistakably Kyle. He secretly headed into a pharmacy.
I signaled Cynthia to keep a lookout outside while I followed him inside.
Kyle was already at the counter. Although he spoke softly, I could still hear him clearly. "I'd like two boxes of progesterone. The brand-name ones, please."
The pharmacist gave him a questioning look, but reached for the shelf nonetheless.
With my back to Kyle, I casually reached for a bottle of vitamins. My peripheral vision was locked on his every move.
The moment Kyle hurried out, I made my way to the counter and pointed to the box of progesterone and asked, "Was that guy buying fetal protection medication?"
