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.

was about to 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.

and saw, to her

at Elodie without the slightest

them stood Jarrod aloof,

Elodie's spirits plummeted.

This didn't bode well.

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

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

Elodie's expression darkened.

it sound like Jarrod and Sylvie were already a couple. It wasn't a request-it was

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

look at Jarrod

first round of

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

had no one to lean

years, Jarrod, was here in

now they wanted her

likes the locust tree outside that window," Sylvie said coolly, her tone gentle but leaving little room for negotiation. "Would you be willing

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

a faint, humorless smile. She fixed her gaze

favor her uncle's room? Elodie didn't buy it for a