She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 256

At the station, Loyce and the veterans climbed out of the patrol car. Cameras were already there, filming every step like it was entertainment.

The scar-faced veteran looked at Loyce, guilt in his eyes. “I’m sorry. We lost our temper. We dragged you into this.”

Loyce shook her head. “It’s not your fault. You defended yourselves—you were right to. I’m the one who didn’t handle it properly.”

Nearby, the rejected applicants clustered together, whispering in a tight group around one man at the center.

Once inside, Loyce noticed something immediately: an officer even handed that man a coffee, speaking to him like a friend. “Bad luck, running into this mess. But hey, your uncle’s our captain. You’ll be fine.”

The officer leaned in and murmured, “Captain already gave the word. Don’t worry. This will get handled.”

The man smiled and glanced at Loyce with a smug, superior look. “I’m not desperate for the job. I just want a fair answer for everyone who’s been treated unfairly like me.”

Loyce heard every word. His face clicked into place with a memory—one of the résumés she’d rejected. She turned slightly and let out a small laugh, pure contempt.

“Alright,” another officer said, tapping her table. “You. Interrogation room. Get up.”

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Inside, the light was harsh and white.

Loyce sat on a cold metal chair. Two officers faced her, both stern. One rapped the table, tone nasty. “Loyce, right? I’ve heard some bad things about you. Didn’t expect you’d end up running a hospital. Tell me the truth, are you using these disabled veterans to scam government subsidies?”

Loyce lifted her eyes. “If it’s not more than a guess, where’s your evidence?”

The officer sneered and slapped down a file. “They’re veterans, sure. But in the last few years they’ve done odd jobs—nothing about being doctors. They’re all on assistance. Tell me how people like that have proper medical ethics. How do you guarantee patient safety?”

He flipped a page. “And your hospital offered them salaries thirty percent higher than normal doctors. That doesn’t look suspicious to you?”

“They’re combat medics,” Loyce said, each word deliberate, unwavering. “They treated people under fire. They’ve saved more lives than you’ve even seen. Your department only has their post-service paperwork. The military has their full medical records.”

Her gaze sharpened. “And we weren’t going to put anyone straight into surgery without evaluation. There’s an onboarding process. You didn’t investigate, and you assaulted them. The fault isn’t ours, and it isn’t theirs.”

“Combat medics?” The officer laughed like it was a joke. “What is this, the Middle Ages? War stories don’t replace education. No degree means no degree. Don’t use ‘service’ as an excuse.”

Loyce already knew: that smug man outside and these cops were working together. She wasn’t going to get fairness here.

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