She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 202

Clutching the dead phone, Sapphire refused to believe Gavin was her only option. She called one of the Walsh family’s oldest allies, but the call went unanswered. Another answered, offered a few hurried pleasantries, and quickly hung up.

Next, she tried Tucker Crown’s assistant. “This is Sapphire Walsh. Please tell Mr. Crown…”

Before she could finish, the assistant cut her off. “Our boss is very busy lately. He’s not taking any meetings. I’m sorry.”

“I’m Sapphire Walsh! Not some random person seeking a partnership!” Sapphire’s voice grew shrill. “You just tell him that I’m the only one who can cure his leg, but I have a condition for the treatment. I’m sure he’ll agree.”

“Ms. Walsh,” the assistant said patiently, “you’ve been in custody for a while, so you might not have heard. Our boss’s leg is already healed. He won’t be interested in any of your conditions, so please stop calling.”

“Wait!” Sapphire shouted. “How is that possible? Who treated him? Who?!”

“I heard it was a miracle doctor from Blossom Drugstore,” the assistant replied wearily. “It’s a small clinic, but it’s become very popular recently.”

The line went dead again.

Stunned, Sapphire tried calling two minor business owners she had once disdained to treat. When she offered her services, both of them turned her down.

“If I’d waited for you to treat me, Ms. Walsh, I’d probably be a pile of ashes by now,” one scoffed.

“My illness was cured at Blossom Drugstore long ago. We don’t need you to stoop to our level.”

Their words were sharp. Rebuffed at every turn, Sapphire muttered in disbelief, “Blossom Drugstore? Not that little back-alley clinic? That dump is full of useless hacks. How could they possibly cure so many complex diseases?”

These were conditions that even Sapphire herself couldn’t guarantee she could cure, yet they all told her they had been healed at Blossom Drugstore.

She opened her browser and searched for the clinic. The top trending video was a replay of a livestream from Blossom Drugstore. Medical articles related to it completely overshadowed any old news about Walsh Hospital. That small clinic she had once looked down on had become unbelievably famous.

An uncomfortable, angry tightness gripped Sapphire’s chest, making it hard to breathe. “How dare they! That old crone only got her chance because the Walsh family fell! A clinic that kills its patients has no right to surpass us!”

Finally, she called Gavin again. She agreed to all his terms, including sleeping with him, with one condition of her own: it would only happen after he had successfully bought the hospital.

Suddenly, the proxy bidder across from him calmly raised his paddle. “Two billion.”

The auctioneer’s voice boomed with excitement. “Two billion! An anonymous buyer has made the highest bid of the day! Two billion! Do I hear any higher offers?”

The jump from 1.2 to 2 billion stunned the room. Who was it? Who had that kind of nerve, and was bidding anonymously?

Gavin hadn’t expected anyone to offer two billion for Walsh Hospital. It was far beyond his budget. Curious as he was about the mogul behind the bid, he wasn’t about to get into a bidding war. Anyone willing to pay that much was determined to win, and antagonizing them would be a foolish risk.

Many in the room shared his sentiment. After a few hesitant glances, no one else raised their paddle.

Less than ten minutes after it began, the auction was over. The hospital was sold for two billion dollars.

Loyce casually tossed her tablet aside as if the transaction were a trivial matter. She returned to her painting, dipping her brush in black paint to add the final shadows to the bird perched on a branch, wings outstretched. The lifelike oil painting of the bird and flowers was complete.