How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 132

Elodie walked to the entrance and sat on the stone steps for a moment to catch her breath.

The specialist the doctor mentioned had no set return date. Besides, if this expert was as renowned as they claimed, getting an appointment wouldn't be easy.

If only she had some way to contact him directly—maybe she could buy her uncle some precious time.

"Ms. Thorne?"

Elodie looked up.

Joseph was approaching, studying her with a concerned gaze. He noticed how pale she still looked and was reminded of the last time he'd rushed her to the hospital.

"Are you feeling unwell again?" he asked, lips pressed in a tight line.

Elodie drifted for a second, then shook her head. "No, I'm fine."

Her answer was a little curt, so she tried to soften it, asking politely, "You're here for...?"

Joseph lifted the pharmacy bag in his hand. "Freya's asthma medication. I come by to pick it up regularly."

Elodie nodded in understanding. Freya had struggled with asthma for years—her health had never been strong. Joseph, though, was a devoted brother, always looking out for her.

She and Joseph had never been close. Their past interactions were anything but friendly, leaving them with little to talk about now.

An awkward silence settled between them.

Joseph noticed it too and chose to break it. "So, what brings you to the hospital today?"

"I spoke with my uncle's doctor about treatment options," Elodie replied politely.

her sitting there, she seemed weighed down by worries. After a moment's hesitation, he asked,

with skepticism. Given Joseph's previous indifference

just trying to find a specialist for my

"What's his diagnosis?"

"A malignant tumor."

eyes, visibly unsettled. With everything going

uncertain, searching for words

said, "I know a leading doctor in that

at him, genuinely taken

her eyes, as

pressed his lips together, pulled out his phone, and tapped a few times. A moment later,

is highly respected. Even if he can't treat your uncle himself,

still processing the unexpected

phone-a new

you helping me?" she

go out of his way to avoid her. He wasn't as openly hostile as Maurice, but he'd made it clear he didn't approve

question seemed to catch

pause, he simply said, "Just lending a

a lifeline. Joseph

first time, spoke with genuine gratitude. "Thank

her continued reserve and

never treated her

headed? I can give you a ride,"

all right, you don't have to go out

to VistaLink Technologies,

it in for servicing so she'd come by cab and would have to

just helped her, refusing his offer would feel