How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 142

This hotel was busier than usual as the holidays approached. Most of the guests who checked in belonged to the upper crust-wealthy, influential, the kind of clientele who expected nothing less than five-star service.

As soon as Elodie and Rosemary arrived with the family, hotel staff hurried over to help them with their bags.

For years now, Rosemary had spent most holidays at the hospital with Emile. This year, with everyone together at last, her face glowed with quiet joy. "The air here is wonderful, isn't it? Spending New Year's with so many people-it's a nice change of pace."

Elodie smiled softly as she pushed Emile's wheelchair. "As long as you're happy. Grandma, you and Uncle Emile's suite is right next to mine."

Emile glanced over. "Aren't the suites big enough for all of us? Why not just stay together?"

Elodie's lips curved. "I might have to join some late conference calls with Alex and the team. I didn't want to disturb you, so I booked separate rooms."

She brushed over the topic with practiced ease.

Her bag, after all, was packed with vials and bottles of targeted medication. Emile's illness had made him hypersensitive to such things in recent years. Better not to risk anyone noticing.

Dinner for New Year's Eve needed to be arranged in advance with the hotel.

Once Rosemary and Emile were settled, Elodie made her way downstairs.

After discussing the dinner plans with the manager, she headed for the elevators. Just as she reached the lobby, she spotted Joseph nearby, speaking on the phone. The moment he caught sight of her, he froze, then gave her a polite nod in greeting.

surprised,

the button and was waiting in silence, watching

said, "The place is newly renovated-great atmosphere. But I doubt there

other end, Maurice groaned, "If I'd known, I would've joined you. You have no idea, my granddad's been chewing me out

"Yeah."

perked up, "Maybe I'll just come over and crash with you. We can share a

Ding-

The elevator arrived.

Seeing Joseph still on the phone, she asked politely, "Are

looked at

He stepped in.

Maurice suddenly stiffened, clutching his phone. "Hold up, is that a

something

He pressed his lips together. "You're hearing things. Anyway, there's

"There is too!"

protests, Joseph slipped his phone away and looked

talk, but since

"Not

a reasonable