She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 282

“She's highly skilled,” Hank stated flatly. He walked over to Laurence's bedside, his brow furrowed as he looked at the old man's weak but living face. “What in the world happened here?”

“Actually, this was all orchestrated by ‘SaintHealer’,” the medical consultant finally explained. “Neither Mr. Laurence nor I knew her exact plan, but we both agreed to play along.”

“We never anticipated Antonio's death, but ‘SaintHealer’ left this for us.” As he spoke, the consultant pulled out his phone and played an audio file Loyce had sent him.

It was a recording of Antonio's conversation with ‘SaintHealer’, where he tried to recruit her for a deal: to kill Laurence during surgery through a deliberate 'mistake'.

The expressions on Hank and Laurence's faces turned grim, though their thoughts were focused on different things.

Hank found the woman's voice in the recording unsettlingly familiar, very much like his sister, Loyce's. But she was supposed to be vacationing in Heviwax; how could she be in Mexistar? Then again, his sister possessed extraordinary medical talent and had even performed surgery on their older brother, Forrest. Her skills made him draw a line to ‘SaintHealer’.

When he connected all the dots—the mysteriously dead sniper, Antonio's assassination—everything suddenly clicked into place if ‘SaintHealer’ was, in fact, Loyce. But was that even possible?

Meanwhile, upon learning of his own son’s plot to have him murdered and frame Hank to seize power, a dead silence fell over the room. Laurence’s hand fell limp at his side. His eyes held only disappointment and disgust, not a single tear.

“I gave him countless chances...” he said, his voice hoarse.

“So that's what ‘SaintHealer’ meant when she asked me that question,” he mused aloud.

“What question did she ask you?” Hank couldn't help but ask.

Laurence replied, “She asked if I would kill him.”

He looked at Hank. “We know who the killer is.”

Laurence knew Hank had no reason to lie, but based on his years of experience, he remarked, “But she seems to know you.”

“If I ever get the chance to meet her, I'll thank her in person,” Hank said.

The room fell silent for a moment. Laurence stared at his son's body for a long time before finally closing his eyes, suppressing a flicker of grief.

“Bury him,” the old man waved a weary hand. “According to the rules for a traitor.”

Antonio's body was dragged away, but Hank didn't have him buried. Instead, he had his men take the body to the coast and dump it into the sea. He had tolerated Antonio long enough for Laurence's sake, but after today's attempted patricide, Hank felt a burial was too good for him. Being torn apart by sharks was the fate Antonio deserved.

After handling the grim details, Hank stood in the room where ‘SaintHealer’ had stayed, smoking and lost in thought.