She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 826

The team of doctors and nurses responsible for the VIP transfer finally arrived. They carefully helped Giselle out of bed and into a wheelchair, tucking a warm blanket around her. The lead obstetrician—the head of the department who the terrible couple had only ever seen on the hospital's promotional screens—bowed respectfully to Loyce. He was a doctor you couldn't even see without an elite, months-in-advance reservation!

Before Giselle was wheeled out, she looked at the lead doctor and said, "I'll pay for her epidural. As a fellow mother, I just can't bear to watch her suffer like this."

Modern medicine didn't require family consent if the patient herself agreed to pay. The only reason the woman hadn't received the injection was that she had zero access to funds; her husband controlled every dime. Giselle covered the cost, and the doctor immediately brought in the anesthesiologist. The pregnant woman signed the consent form without a second thought, her tear-filled eyes glaring at her husband with absolute venom. "When I get off this bed, you and I are done!"

Loyce shook her head. People always said marriage was a test, but giving birth was the real moment a woman discovered if she was married to a man or a monster. It was just a shame her brother Hank was still completely in the dark about his own mistakes.

With Loyce and the top-tier obstetricians handling the procedure, Giselle felt zero anxiety about entering the operating room. She simply took a deep breath, looked Loyce in the eye, and said firmly, "If anything goes wrong, prioritize my life first. Do your best for the baby, but save me."

As much as she loved this unborn child, she couldn't abandon her mother, who was waiting back home for her to finish her studies.

She had already lost her father. She refused to lose her own life, too.

Loyce looked at her with profound respect. "Don't worry. Both of you are going to be perfectly fine."

Giselle's baby was in a terrible position, and the placenta was severely adhered to the uterine wall. It required an incredibly delicate manual extraction. One wrong move, and she would bleed out in minutes.

In the hands of an average surgeon, it could have easily turned into a fatal hemorrhage. Thankfully, she had Loyce's elite medical team.

Giselle's baby was delivered safely.

"It's a girl."

Loyce brought the crying newborn over to a weak but smiling Giselle. Loyce couldn't help but gently poke the baby's cheek. "She's got a strong pair of lungs on her. Perfectly healthy."

The massive weight of anxiety finally lifted from Giselle's chest.

"My baby..."

Emma, Giselle's mother, rushed into the hospital room, dropping her bag at the door. The moment their eyes met, both women burst into tears.

Giselle was stunned. She instinctively looked at Loyce.

Loyce smiled softly. "I figured this is the moment you need the most care, and I wouldn't trust just anyone. Besides, I knew you missed your mom."

Tears streamed down Giselle's face. "Loyce... I don't even know how to repay you for all of this."

Loyce gently wiped a tear from her cheek. "Don't cry. Just focus on recovering so you can come back home and keep designing amazing pieces for Bloomberry."

There were no roads left to drive on. The only path forward was a wooden walkway lined with soft, glowing ground lights, winding down into a valley completely embraced by towering mountains.

Loyce stepped out of the car, wrapping the thick coat tighter around herself. The crisp, freezing air rushed into her lungs, carrying the pure, sharp scent of pine needles and fresh snow.

As she walked down the path, the world felt entirely muted. The only sound was the soft *crunch* of her boots breaking the fresh snow.

She turned the final corner, and her breath hitched.

A massive, sapphire-like glacier lake lay perfectly still in the center of the valley. The water was as smooth as glass, flawlessly reflecting the brilliant expanse of the Milky Way spread across the dark sky. Towering, snow-capped peaks stood in silent reverence all around her.

Heaven and earth seemed perfectly symmetrical here. It felt like stepping directly into the cosmos, impossible to tell where the real world ended and the reflection began.

But the true spectacle lay in the absolute center of the lake.

A small, intimate space had been carved out on a sturdy sheet of floating ice. Hundreds of floating candles and crystal ice lanterns were scattered across the water, their flames flickering wildly in the freezing wind, yet refusing to go out. A sea of deep red rose petals blanketed the ice and drifted on the crystal-clear water, looking like a romantic, blood-red dream woven into the stars.

The icy, pure blues and whites of the landscape clashed beautifully with the warm, vibrant fire and the vivid red of the petals, creating a scene bursting with intense, mesmerizing life.

And standing right in the center of that breathtaking world, waiting for her, was Lucian.