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.

she seemed weighed down by worries. After a moment's

with skepticism. Given Joseph's previous indifference toward

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

"What's his diagnosis?"

"A malignant tumor."

unsettled. With everything going on,

searching for words of

know a leading doctor

at him, genuinely

was a note of hesitation in her

He pressed his lips together, pulled out his

"He's been working abroad for years and is highly respected. Even if he can't treat your uncle himself, he has access to

still processing the

her phone-a new contact had come

me?" she

to avoid her. He wasn't as openly hostile as

seemed to

pause, he simply said, "Just lending

couldn't deny he'd just given her a lifeline. Joseph came from one of the

and, for the first time, spoke with

her continued reserve and didn't

he'd never treated her

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

don't have to

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

car was still in the shop-Esmeralda had taken it in for servicing so she'd come by cab and would have to wait for

had just helped her, refusing