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.

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

Elodie's heart nearly stopped.

turned and saw, to

arm in arm with Selma, looked at Elodie

course, beside them stood Jarrod aloof, impeccably dressed,

Elodie's spirits plummeted.

This didn't bode well.

Selma. "Mom, why don't you go inside and rest for

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

Elodie's expression darkened.

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

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

but look at Jarrod with a touch of

was her first round of

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

now, she'd had no one

was here in the same hospital,

they wanted her

mother likes the locust tree outside that window," Sylvie said coolly, her tone gentle but leaving little

deal with Elodie, but had no choice. If it weren't for her mother's fondness for that

humorless smile. She fixed her

just *happened* to favor her uncle's room?