How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 95

Jarrod's words were brisk, businesslike-leaving no room for negotiation.

Elodie's eyes flickered, the tension in her body so intense she could barely stand. The recent radiation treatment had left her lightheaded, and she had to steady herself against the nurses' station just to keep from collapsing.

She drew in a slow breath. "There are plenty of premium rooms available. Why does it have to be my uncle's? What's their angle?"

Jarrod regarded her coolly. "A patient's emotional well-being is important. I can move your uncle to the best suite in the hospital and pay the full year's fees upfront."

He didn't bother to elaborate. He spoke with the blunt, transactional tone of a man closing a deal.

He really would do anything to keep Sylvie's mother happy.

Since her uncle fell ill, Jarrod hadn't lifted a finger to help-not even financially. And now, suddenly, he was willing to cover a year's worth of luxury hospital fees, all for Sylvie's family.

Elodie had thought about moving her uncle to a better room before, but she simply couldn't afford it. Her married name, Mrs. Silverstein, didn't carry any special privileges, and all she could do was put it off again and again.

But now, Jarrod was serious.

Elodie forced herself to stay calm. "So, does this mean you're asking me for a favor?"

at once. "What

do it doesn't count as a favor. As for my condition, let's say you owe me one. A personal favor,

hospital administration. Her uncle might be forced out of his room, just like

had been "wronged"

not be so

to secure

of Jarrod-she just knew, ever since Selma returned to the country and started

secure herself a

Jarrod's

deep down, she wondered if he'd really agree

would he let her

his gaze,

pale face, their eyes locking for a long moment. Finally, his cold expression softened,

blinked, stunned. She hadn't expected him

as if her surprise

"I just want you to promise

with Sylvie in front of him. If the truth came out, it would only