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.

sitting there, she seemed weighed down by worries. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Are you having trouble

Joseph's previous indifference

I'm just trying to find a specialist for my

"What's his diagnosis?"

"A malignant tumor."

her eyes, visibly unsettled. With everything

uncertain, searching for

a steady look and said, "I know a leading doctor in that field. If

stared at him, genuinely taken

in her eyes, as if she didn't quite

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

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

was silent, still processing the unexpected

her phone-a

helping me?" she asked

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

to

flickered. After a pause, he simply said, "Just

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

the first time, spoke with genuine gratitude.

He sensed her continued

never

give you a ride," he offered, checking his

have to go out of your

to VistaLink Technologies, right? I'm headed

in for servicing so she'd come by

after Joseph had just helped her, refusing his offer would