Chapter 63

Rylie gave the patient a quick once-over. After scribbling just a few words into his chart, she shut it with a calm finality. "Alright. We're done here. Let's wait for the official results."

Leland blinked in surprise. "That's it? You're finished already? So, what's wrong with him?"

Rylie gave him a small smile. "Nothing."

That answer only deepened Leland's confusion.

Outside the room, the other participants were still busy whispering about the patient's symptoms.Rylie had been the last to enter, yet she was the first to walk out-barely fifteen minutes later.

As soon as they saw her, the others dropped their serious expressions and began smirking.

"Wow, that was quick. Bet she didn't understand a thing."

"Just look at Leland. Poor guy's face says it all. They totally missed it."

Evita took it all in and felt her confidence rise.Without Selah guiding her, what threat could that girl possibly pose?

At the same time, Brad sat calmly at the head of the table. The butler brought over the final results, which Brock then handed off to a few seasoned physicians from the military hospital. Their review didn't take long.

Brad gave the results a brief glance and barely reacted. "Go ahead. Announce it," he told Brock.

Brock gave a small nod and left the room for the second-floor landing.

"Everyone," he began, his voice firm and steady."You've all completed your assessments. The results are with me now. Ms. Wilde. Miss Wilde."

Evita stood without hesitation, her lips fighting back a smile.

flaws, which places them in second."

Second? Evita's smile stiffened in an instant.

She wasn't the only one caught off guard. The room stirred with disbelief.

If the Wildes didn't take first place, then who did?

"Could be Rory," someone whispered. "He's from the military hospital. He might know the evaluators the Morgans brought in. That could've helped him score higher."

"Still... this is Mr. Morgan's health we're talking about. I doubt they'd risk any kind of favoritism."

Murmurs filled the space, but Brock didn't offer any answers just yet. Instead, he turned to the crowd."Miss Owen, would you mind stepping forward and shedding some light for us?"

Rylie popped the last bit of her candy in her mouth,wiped her hands, and stood up without hurry.Everyone watched as she made her way to the front."Sure," she said, her voice calm. "What exactly would you like me to explain?"

Brock unfolded the chart she'd written in and glanced at the contents with a faint smile. "It's the third patient's condition we'd like to understand. And your treatment plan, specifically."

People leaned forward, eyes narrowing as they scanned the paper.

There was only one line. "Get plenty of rest and stay hydrated."

"Rest?" someone echoed. "That's it? That's the treatment?"

"Seriously? The Morgans signed off on this? How could they take that seriously?"