She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 90

A few doctors nearby chuckled.

Purity lifted her chin, smug and loud on purpose.“Some people can’t even get into a real medical school, and they still dare to come to the Shapiro estate and show off.”

She tilted her head toward Sapphire. “Remember this, Sapphire, Walsh medicine isn’t something some self-taught street trick can compete with.”

“Yes, Grandma,” Sapphire replied sweetly, eyes glittering with malice. “Some people probably can’t even manage basic diagnostics.”

The grandmother and granddaughter traded barbs like a duet. Byron awkwardly withdrew his hand, about to protest when a crisp “snap” sounded. He turned.

In the corner, Loyce had closed the case file and risen slowly to her feet.

Purity might have been mocking Byron on the surface, but the real target was obvious.

Under everyone’s gaze, Loyce walked straight toward Purity, each step landing like a tap on a tightened nerve.

“Dr. Walsh.” Loyce’s lips curved upward, but her eyes were ice. “Since you’re so confident…”

She pulled a pair of medical gloves from her pocket and slid them on, unhurried, precise. “Why don’t we make a bet?”

Purity narrowed her eyes. “A bet on what?”

“On who confirms the diagnosis first.” Loyce’s fingertip tapped the tabletop lightly.

Purity barked out a laugh. “Little girl, do you even know who you’re talking to?”

“Of course.” Loyce tilted her head, smiling innocently and mercilessly. “I’m talking to an old doctor who’s about to lose everything in front of everyone.”

The room erupted.

Loyce turned to Byron. “Want to team up with me?”

Byron stared into her clear eyes—steady, bright, strangely reassuring, like open water under starlight. His throat bobbed. Against his better judgment, he nodded. “Okay.”

Purity shook with rage, about to explode when Lucian’s cold voice cut through from above. “Begin.”

He was at the second-floor railing again, looking down like this was all entertainment. His gaze lingered on Loyce for a beat.

“Damn…”

It was Loyce’s turn to go in.

Sapphire deliberately slowed as she passed Byron, stopping just long enough to sneer. “Teaming up with a fraud will only drag you down.”

Byron pressed his lips together. He’d been praised as a medical prodigy his whole life, and he was still a man. Being publicly mocked again and again by a woman in front of peers, something in him finally snapped.

“If my sister is a fraud,” he said, voice tight, “then what does that make you?”

Sapphire hadn’t expected him to bite back. She blinked. “You’re comparing me to her?”

The gentle mask Byron wore shattered. His voice rose, sharp with long-buried anger. “You’re worse than her. The moment Hamilton went into your care, his condition deteriorated until amputation was scheduled. And you call yourself Metropia’s ‘genius doctor’?”

Sapphire staggered back half a step. Even her flawless makeup couldn’t hide the way her face twisted.

“You—” Her red-polished finger stabbed toward Byron’s nose. “Who do you think you are, questioning my medical skill?”