How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 94

The rehabilitation center was just behind the outpatient wing, only a short walk

away.

When Elodie arrived, she paid another $20,000 in one go.

No sooner had she signed the paperwork than the nurse in charge asked, "Ms. Thorne, would you mind moving Emile to a different room?"

Elodie was taken aback. "Move him?"

The nurse quickly explained, "It's like this-someone has expressed interest in your uncle's room. They'd like to discuss swapping with you, and they're willing to accommodate any reasonable requests you might have."

This was a private hospital, after all. Special requests were often handled through negotiation.

Elodie frowned. "Please tell them we're not interested."

These past few years, her uncle's medical bills had been no small burden. Her grandmother's hotel was barely scraping by, so Elodie had been making up the difference herself. Most of her salary from PR work went straight to the hospital.

She hadn't chosen the most luxurious room for her uncle, but it had plenty of sunlight, good ventilation, and a pleasant view. Most importantly, he was comfortable there.

There was no way she'd agree to a switch.

The nurse looked awkward for a moment.

she was about to say something else, she glanced over Elodie's shoulder and suddenly said, "Mr. Silverstein, this is

Elodie's heart nearly stopped.

turned and saw, to her

at Elodie without the slightest

of course, beside them stood Jarrod aloof, impeccably

Elodie's spirits plummeted.

This didn't bode well.

speak, turning to Selma. "Mom, why don't you

before stepping into the room, she said, "Oh, it's you. Well then, Jarrod and

Elodie's expression darkened.

already a couple. It wasn't a request-it was

As if to say, *We're the real

at Jarrod

round of treatment. She'd dragged herself, sick

through the vast halls of the hospital-alone. But it wasn't

had no one

her husband of three years, Jarrod, was here in

wanted

gentle but leaving little room for negotiation. "Would

it weren't for her mother's fondness for that tree-how beautiful it would look when it blossomed in spring-Sylvie wouldn't have bothered speaking to her

into a faint, humorless smile. She fixed her

favor her uncle's room? Elodie didn't buy