While the two of them talked, Quiana, who’d heard Lester’s sports car pull in, quietly opened her door and crept to the top of the stairs to listen.
Byron told Lester about Quiana mixing counterfeit medicine. Lester listened and didn’t think it was a big deal. He even defended her. “She was trying to make the Sampsons look good. She just rushed it. Scold her a little and move on. Don’t forget how good she’s been to us.”
Byron suddenly said, “But wasn’t Loyce the same?”
The moment Lester remembered the slap, he bristled. “Why are you bringing her up?”
Byron pressed his lips together. “Hamilton’s not doing well.”
The fire went out of Lester instantly, replaced by panic. “What happened? Didn’t Quiana find some miracle doctor? She said the new meds would definitely cure Hamilton.”
“It didn’t,” Byron said with a heavy sigh, lifting the glass in front of him and taking a long drink. “The treatment plan Sapphire put him on didn’t help. He crashed today. The reports came back and his overall health is way worse than when he was taking the meds Loyce gave him.”
Lester went still. “What are you saying? The ‘genius doctor’ Quiana found is useless?”
Upstairs, Quiana’s heart jolted. Anger flared toward Sapphire. Sapphire had claimed she was Metropia’s youngest, most famous medical prodigy. Quiana had worked hard to ingratiate herself just to get her to treat Hamilton, only for him to get worse.
Today, Sapphire didn't even recognize the fake medication, while Loyce spotted it instantly. Byron’s doubts tipped further out of balance. “Did I blame Loyce for the wrong thing?”

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