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, "Are

glanced at him, eyes flickering with skepticism. Given Joseph's previous indifference toward her, she was

just trying to find a specialist for

"What's his diagnosis?"

"A malignant tumor."

everything going on, she couldn't

uncertain, searching for words of

said, "I know a leading doctor in that field. If you'd like, I can

at him, genuinely taken

her eyes,

out his phone, and tapped a few

been working abroad for years and is highly respected. Even

still processing the unexpected

at her phone-a new contact had come

are you helping me?" she asked before

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

question seemed to catch

he simply

couldn't figure out his motives, but she couldn't deny he'd just given her a lifeline. Joseph came from one of the most powerful families in the

first time, spoke with genuine gratitude.

sensed her continued reserve and didn't

knew he'd never treated her

you headed? I can give you a

have to go out of

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

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

refusing his offer