How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 111

Sylvie turned to Keith with unhurried grace, her posture effortlessly elegant.

Keith, almost instinctively, glanced at Sylvie. After a moment's deliberation, he shook his head. "It's nothing. I just wanted to remind you your meeting with Mr. Black is at three this afternoon."

Jarrod's dark eyes betrayed nothing as he nodded, then disappeared into his office.

Sylvie followed close behind.

Keith watched the two of them retreat down the hall, weighing his words carefully and ultimately deciding to keep silent.

After all, Ms. Fielding was still here. Bringing up Elodie now would be out of place.

Besides, in all these years, he'd never heard of Mr. Silverstein visiting his mother- in-law's grave.

What would be different this time?

Even if he brought it up, with the third anniversary coming up, Mr. Silverstein would probably refuse. Why risk spoiling both his and Ms. Fielding's moods by mentioning Elodie?

On the other side of town, Elodie was completely unaware of Keith's dilemma. After work that evening, she changed course and headed for the nursing home. Her grandmother had sent over a few home-cooked dishes for Emile today, and Elodie decided to join in and keep everyone company.

and he barely touched his food. Still, he smiled warmly as he chatted with Elodie and

them the hospital had arranged a much better caregiver for him now, with both a

was surprised. She wondered if this was a standard perk for the private suite, or if Jarrod had

a hospital this exclusive, every service usually came with an

that Jarrod

it?" Rosemary turned to Elodie, frowning in disapproval. "You only just started your new job.

was genuinely worried for Elodie-this girl had always carried too

afford the room. If her grandmother and uncle found out that

have to worry about me. Once we find a suitable donor, I'll make sure Uncle has the

was all

reaching her goals, and making sure she could give her uncle access to the best treatment

shook his head. "I'm just a burden to you. If I weren't so sick, maybe I could help out for

had never known real protection

hypocritical; he'd never

were hardly a prestigious family-she'd never had the kind of support she needed to stand her ground in

mounting bills, she felt even more weighed down. It was a constant

the tip of her nose, but she only smiled and shook her head. "I've finally found my way back to the work I love, and I'm truly