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.

to say something else, she glanced over Elodie's shoulder and suddenly said, "Mr. Silverstein, this is the relative of the patient in room 206.

Elodie's heart nearly stopped.

turned and saw,

with Selma, looked at Elodie without the slightest hint

Jarrod aloof, impeccably dressed, his dark

Elodie's spirits plummeted.

This didn't bode well.

first to speak, turning to Selma. "Mom, why don't you go inside and

the room, she said, "Oh, it's you.

Elodie's expression darkened.

made it sound like Jarrod and Sylvie were already a couple. It wasn't a

a point? As if to say, *We're the real family here. You're

at Jarrod with a touch

first round of

halls of the hospital-alone.

she'd had no

was here in the same hospital, supporting

now they wanted her uncle's

tree outside that window," Sylvie said coolly, her tone gentle but leaving little room for negotiation.

having to deal with Elodie, but had no choice. If 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

faint, humorless smile. She fixed her gaze on Jarrod.

*happened* to favor her uncle's room? Elodie didn't buy it for