Then Loyce’s gaze drifted to Adele’s legs—already bowing into a visible O-shape. She paused, and her voice sharpened just enough to count as a warning. “Whatever Quiana gave you, stop taking it. Unless you want your condition to progress the way Hamilton’s did.”
Quiana stiffened, then immediately put on a wounded, teary look. “I didn’t give Mom anything random! You’re the one who stopped her medication without permission. She was in so much pain. I only asked Sapphire for something to help her!”
So it was her fault now? Loyce didn’t bother arguing. She turned to leave.
“Loyce, wait!” Adele’s temper flared. But she swallowed it down at the last second. Byron had made it clear: they still needed Loyce’s medicine.
Adele forced a gentler tone. “Loyce, I know you’re talented. And you’ve gotten in with that elite pharmacy, haven’t you? Otherwise how could you afford those outrageously expensive treatments? I raised you. I can’t bear to see your gift wasted here.”
Loyce stopped and turned back, genuinely baffled. “Wasted here?”
Adele brightened, as if she were offering a grand favor. “I’ll issue a new statement. I’ll welcome you and your mother back to the Sampson home. From now on you’ll be my personal medical aide. You can make my treatments, rub my legs, help me with therapy… Isn’t that better than scrubbing floors here?”
What a selfish, rotten woman! Loyce’s mouth twitched, and then she actually laughed. “The Sampsons’ downfall makes a lot more sense when you remember you’re the one driving the cart.”
Quiana jumped in, furious. “Loyce! Mom has always meant well for you. Why do you always go after her?”
Savannah stayed quiet. She was quicker than the other two, and the way the staff’s expressions kept shifting told her something was very, very wrong.

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