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.

down by worries. After a

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

just trying to find

"What's his diagnosis?"

"A malignant tumor."

unsettled. With everything going on, she couldn't afford to

uncertain, searching for words

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

stared at him,

her eyes, as if she didn't quite trust

his lips together, pulled out his phone, and tapped a

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 the

was silent, still processing

glanced at her phone-a new contact had

she

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

seemed to

a pause, he simply said,

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

first time, spoke with

nothing," Joseph replied. He sensed her continued

knew he'd never treated her well

you a ride," he offered,

have to go out of

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

Her car was still in the shop-Esmeralda had taken it in for servicing so

refusing his offer would