How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 131

From the moment Elodie opened the passenger door of Jarrod's car to the second Sylvie-his actual girlfriend-arrived on the scene, Naylor witnessed the whole thing, every detail.

He couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. How did he always manage to stumble into these kinds of dramatic moments?

No wonder Elodie had been eyeing Jarrod the other day-apparently, she'd been cooking up some new plan. And here she was, trying to hitch a ride with him, only to get put in her place by the real girlfriend.

"What's so funny?" came a low, amused voice through his phone.

Naylor tapped the ash from his cigarette and grinned. "Just caught a pretty entertaining scene, that's all. Honestly, too much attention from women can be a real hassle-some of the tricks they pull to get a guy's attention are really something."

The man on the other end replied dryly, "Since when did you get so chatty?"

Naylor choked on his own laughter. "Right, only you get to dish it out. I'm just here for the show."

He stubbed out his cigarette, then changed the subject. "Elias, when are you finally coming home? Are you coming back for Christmas?"

"We'll see," came the calm reply.

Naylor clicked his tongue. "Dr. Warwick, with your experience, you'd do far more good back here than wasting it abroad. We need you."

point," Elias said

out a soft curse, still smiling, then hung

touring the campus, it

Patrick about VistaLink Technologies' year-end project. Patrick was visibly moved, his eyes misting over. "This project is exactly what we need— finally closing the gap in our field. Elodie, when you make a move, you really go big. Once this project gets off the ground, it's only a matter of time before VistaLink

Alexander had to agree.

them instead, VistaLink Technologies would probably already be a household name

But thankfully,

still young-nothing was

a faint smile, unwilling to

that mattered was taking steady steps now; the

but Elodie wasn't putting all her energy

That afternoon,

call from Emile's primary

her way

doctor didn't mince words. "Mr. Thorne's condition is deteriorating, and there are signs the cancer may be spreading. Right now, we don't have a suitable donor for a liver transplant. If we stick with conservative

plummet. Her lips turned pale. "Isn't there anything

hesitated. "There is... possibly.