She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 266

Quiana’s sentence was changed. Instead of serving time at Soutica Prison, she was transferred to Nortica Prison. Due to the severity of her crimes, her term was increased to twenty-five years.

Everyone knew Nortica Prison: an isolated island facility in the Pacific, damp, brutal weather year-round, reserved for the worst offenders. People considered it luck just to come out alive, and the guards there didn’t pretend inmates were human.

When Quiana learned she’d be spending the rest of her life there, she screamed and fought, refusing to board the transport vehicle.

Spotting Robert, she shrieked at him, frantic. “You know Lucian promised he’d get me out! I’m not going to Nortica! This is a mistake!”

A soldier shoved her forward. “No mistake. Your final placement was decided by Admiral Shapiro.”

Robert stepped up and delivered a single, icy sentence. “Admiral Shapiro asked me to tell you: enjoy your life in Nortica Prison, Quiana.”

The door slammed shut, cutting off her howling.

“No—!”

Maybe she truly regretted pushing Loyce aside and poisoning her life, maybe she finally understood what it cost, but regret doesn’t buy back time.

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With the hospital chaos resolved, the veterans officially joined Blossom Hospital through normal onboarding. Their return to public view sparked a much wider debate about how veterans were treated. Many argued the country’s support policies were failing. Heroes shouldn’t reach old age struggling to survive. Blossom Hospital was praised for setting an example.

And when people realized Blossom Drugstore and Blossom Hospital were part of the same organization, the attention skyrocketed. Patients began saying they’d go there specifically.

Loyce had no intention of attending the hospital’s ribbon-cutting. She wanted things quiet; she planned to let a few pharmacists from Blossom Drugstore take Marcella in her place.

But while she was at home helping Giselle Turner predict likely exam topics, she received a message from Sapphire Walsh.

Gavin was deeply paranoid, and Sapphire still hadn’t gotten access to his core operations. If she wanted evidence, she needed his trust.

Giselle knew Loyce had bigger things to handle. She packed her bag neatly, then handed over a bottle of fresh Frost Peppermint. “Mom told me to bring this for you.”

Loyce took it, then passed Giselle a few prepared pills. “Take one before the exam. It’ll keep you in top form.”

Giselle thanked her, then asked awkwardly, “I got into a fight with someone at school last night. Next week when classes start… could you meet with my teacher? Mom twisted her ankle working on the farm, and she’s not in a great mood.”

Loyce ruffled her hair. “Of course. I’ll be there.”

After Giselle left, Loyce went to the small house in the military housing compound. The smart home system greeted her and read out a few recent updates. She opened the dark web using SaintHealer’s account and posted a single line on the forum: [Good mood today. Taking cases—send info.]

Just one sentence—like a boulder dropped into a still lake. The moment “SaintHealer” resurfaced, the entire forum detonated. Within ten seconds, the front page refreshed at a frantic speed as users poured into the thread.

“I’m not seeing things, right?! SaintHealer is online?! And posted?!”