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.

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

him, eyes flickering with skepticism. Given Joseph's previous indifference toward her, she was surprised by his

it's nothing. I'm just trying to find a specialist for my

"What's his diagnosis?"

"A malignant tumor."

her eyes, visibly unsettled. With everything

looked uncertain, searching

her with a steady look and said, "I know a leading doctor in that field. If you'd

stared at him,

hesitation in her eyes, as if she didn't quite

his lips together, pulled out his phone, and

mine," Joseph explained. "He's been working abroad for years and is highly respected. Even if he can't treat your

silent, still processing

glanced at her phone-a new contact

she asked before she

to avoid her. He wasn't as openly hostile as Maurice, but he'd made it

question seemed to

flickered. After a pause, he

deny he'd just given her a lifeline. Joseph came from one of the most powerful families in the

and, for the first time, spoke with

He sensed her continued reserve and didn't take

he'd never

you headed? I can give you a ride," he offered, checking his

all right, you don't have

"You're probably heading back to VistaLink Technologies, right? I'm headed that

for servicing so she'd come by

after Joseph had just helped her, refusing