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.

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

Elodie's heart nearly stopped.

and saw,

arm with Selma, looked at Elodie

them stood Jarrod

Elodie's spirits plummeted.

This didn't bode well.

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

Just before stepping into the room, she said, "Oh, it's you. Well then, Jarrod and Sylvie can talk things over

Elodie's expression darkened.

and Sylvie were already a

to say, *We're

couldn't help but look at Jarrod with a touch of

first round of

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

had no one to

three years, Jarrod, was here

now they wanted

coolly, her tone gentle but leaving little room

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

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

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