She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 377

Forrest sat in the armchair, flipping through a financial newspaper. He glanced up, his calm gaze landing on Loyce’s face with a mixture of scrutiny and concern.

Hank was sprawled across the longest sofa, his long legs casually crossed and propped up on the edge of a table. He was fiddling with a silver lighter, which clicked open and shut with a sharp, metallic sound. It was his voice that had just teased her.

Morris sat in the chair closest to the bed, meticulously peeling an apple. The moment he saw Loyce’s eyes open, a warm smile spread across his face. “How are you feeling?” he asked gently. “Does the wound still hurt a lot?”

Loyce blinked, feeling a little dazed. Seeing all three of her incredibly busy brothers gathered around her bedside was a grand, and slightly overwhelming, sight.

“Why are you all here?” Loyce’s voice was still raspy. “I’m fine.”

“Fine?” Hank scoffed. He clicked the lighter shut, stood up, and walked over to the bed. He loomed over her, his eyes fixed on her heavily bandaged arm and the medicated scrapes on her skin. His brow furrowed into a deep line. “You call this fine? Feel pretty tough after fighting a bear, huh? Next time, you wanna try wrestling a tiger?”

“Hank, don’t scare her,” Morris said, shooting his brother a weary look. He finished cutting the apple into small slices, stuck a toothpick in one, and held it to Loyce’s lips. “Eat something. You need your strength.”

Loyce obediently opened her mouth, and the sweet juice of the apple filled her senses.

Forrest put down his newspaper and walked over.

“Grandfather was here yesterday,” Forrest said, his voice low and steady, betraying little emotion. “He was very worried about you.”

But Loyce understood. He was explaining why they were all here so early in the morning.

“I’m sorry I worried him,” Loyce murmured, her eyes downcast.

Loyce’s eyebrows rose slightly. Wasn’t that the university where she was doing her master’s?

“And you should stop worrying about Hank and everyone else,” Forrest interjected, handing her a folder. “This is the project proposal for the ‘Futura-Silicon’ commercial district. You can look it over when you have time, learn a thing or two. More importantly, it’ll be a good distraction.”

Just as Loyce took the folder, a commotion erupted outside the door.

Hank frowned at the bodyguard who was pushed back into the room. “What’s all the noise about?”

“Sorry, Hank. A madwoman showed up out of nowhere,” the bodyguard said, struggling to block the doorway. But it was too late. A woman slipped past him and cried out in a pained voice, “My baby! My baby girl!”

Loyce froze.