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.

over Elodie's shoulder and suddenly said, "Mr. Silverstein, this is the relative of the patient in room

Elodie's heart nearly stopped.

saw, to her

arm in arm with Selma, looked at Elodie without

course, beside them stood Jarrod aloof, impeccably dressed, his dark

Elodie's spirits plummeted.

This didn't bode well.

to Selma. "Mom,

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

Elodie's expression darkened.

made it sound like Jarrod and Sylvie were already a couple.

point? As if to say, *We're the real family

help but look at Jarrod with

her first round of treatment. She'd dragged herself, sick

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

three years now, she'd had

years, Jarrod, was here in the

they wanted her uncle's hospital

Sylvie said coolly, her tone gentle but leaving little room for negotiation. "Would you be willing to let your

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 at

twisted into a faint, humorless smile. She fixed her gaze on

room? Elodie didn't