She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 94

“This is a serious symposium. How did a fraud like her get in?”

“Marcella’s apprentice is a con artist.”

Even Byron, standing beside her, looked so embarrassed. He wanted to defend Loyce, but these were doctors he’d cross paths with for the rest of his career. After hesitating, he shrank back into silence.

Heath, watching, shook his head faintly. Then he spoke loudly. “I trust Loyce’s skills. I can’t make sense of the third case either. If the patient isn’t sick, that actually explains everything.”

Robert scanned the near-rioting crowd and clapped for quiet. “Enough. I’ll announce the final result.”

He looked up. “The physician chosen to treat Lucian Shapiro is… Loyce of Blossom Drugstore, working in joint consultation with Byron.”

The hall exploded.

“What? Blossom Drugstore?!”

Sapphire’s face locked in disbelief.

Purity surged forward and snatched the paper from Robert’s hand. There it was, in bold black ink: Blossom Drugstore.

Byron’s humiliation evaporated into stunned joy. His sister didn’t just know medicine, she’d outperformed every heavyweight in the room.

The noise in the hall doubled. The “unseen fraud” Loyce had flipped into first place, and it left everyone else, especially the Walsh family, nowhere to put their pride.

Purity’s reputation had towered over the field for decades. Now she was being stepped on by some “backwoods girl” who’d come from nowhere. She clenched the paper, forced her breathing steady, and said, “A doctor shouldn’t question an employer, but I’m curious. What standard could possibly hand Lucian’s care to a girl who didn’t even finish college? Isn’t that irresponsible to him?”

The Walsh family led the charge, and other senior doctors piled on.

“Yeah, Loyce was thrown out by her own family. People say she runs with trouble.”

“That’s impossible,” Purity shot back.

But before she could finish, laughter cut in from the side.

The door to the consultation suite opened. An elderly man strode out with steady steps, holding a hot-water bottle in his hands. He wore a hospital gown, but nothing could hide the force of him—the kind of presence that made a room straighten its spine. His eyes crinkled with a smile, voice ringing like a bell. “Good eye, young lady. I’m not sick.”

The hall went dead silent.

Purity’s face drained of color. Her finger shook as she pointed. “Zeke…?”

The old man handed the bottle to the butler and laughed. “That’s right. It was me. I played the third patient.”

He looked straight at Loyce, eyes bright. “All these doctors, and only she saw through it at a glance.”