She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 195

Off-camera, Peachesy clenched her fist until it hurt. Then she turned her mic on again, voice small. “You’re… right. My lips have been so pale I’ve been using darker lipstick to cover it. Do you… know what I should do?”

“Viral mouth sores with mild anemia,” Loyce said. “Not life-threatening.”

She grabbed a sticky note beside her. “Here’s what you do: antiviral ointment on the lesions, and a B-complex vitamin daily. No spicy food for now, and you need real sleep.”

The chat exploded.

[No way! She even gave meds!]

[Hold up, I’ve seen that in a clinical handbook…]

[It’s legit. That’s a standard treatment plan.]

Peachesy bit her lip, eyes darting. “Then… what about my insomnia…”

“Warm milk before bed, with a spoonful of honey,” Loyce cut in. “And stop taking sleeping pills. Your complexion looks bad even under foundation. Your liver function is probably already off. Keep going like this and you’ll burn through your health.”

That snapped something in Peachesy. Tears spilled over. “You can tell I’m taking sleeping pills too? I can’t even get an appointment here. I had no choice…”

For a few seconds the room went dead quiet, then the comments surged again.

[Case closed. She called everything.]

The moment the connection went through, the new viewer dropped two yacht gifts, five hundred dollars each. A giant luxury animation swallowed the screen. When it cleared, a little boy, maybe seven or eight, appeared, sweet and confused.

[What? The yacht donor is a little kid?]

[How are his parents letting him watch this?]

[And that username… “StockingLegFan”? He totally stole his dad’s account.]

The boy could see the comments. He spoke politely. “I’m seven. Hello… what do I do if my body really hurts?”

The chat collectively went still. Even Loyce’s fingers paused over the screen. Her gaze lifted.