How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 156

Jarrod had always cared for Sylvie in his own quiet, steadfast way-looking out for her, worrying when she pushed herself too hard, doing little things to make her life easier. But that was all in the past now. None of it had anything to do with her anymore.

Elodie returned to VistaLink Technologies with Alexander.

Though TerraCore Technologies' product launch hadn't yielded any earth- shattering discoveries, she'd still gleaned plenty of valuable details. Back at the office, she sat down with Alexander and their lead engineer, Galen, to go over her notes and discuss their findings in depth.

TerraCore might have a reputation for arrogance-especially Naylor, their head of R&D—but there was no denying their genuine strength. For the past two years, they'd been leading the pack in domestic tech innovation.

Their analysis meeting dragged on for nearly two hours.

Later that afternoon, Elodie's phone chimed with a message from Emile's primary physician. He had news: a suitable liver donor for her uncle was finally on the horizon. The results would be confirmed by the end of the month at the latest.

If they could secure the renowned transplant specialist who'd recently returned from abroad, the chances of a successful surgery would soar.

It was the best news Elodie had received in a long time. Relief washed over her. If her uncle could undergo surgery smoothly and avoid a severe rejection reaction afterwards, he might have a real shot at getting his life back.

heartfelt thank you

by the office, bringing

but my network isn't

and anticipation. "What did you

The doctor's name is Fergus. He's already back in the country, but still hasn't made any public appearances. No way to contact him directly yet. However, rumor has it he'll be attending

gala?" Elodie considered it quickly. "Then we'll go. It's

looked into the event's hosts... It's sponsored by the

Elodie and Ivan's complicated history. The idea of them running into each other again made

business is personal. I'm only going to see the specialist-nothing else

reassured Esmeralda somewhat. She took charge immediately. "Just wait for my word.

for seven in the evening. Esmeralda drove Elodie to the

elegant white satin gown that hugged her figure, a soft white fur stole

help asking,

blinked, caught off guard that Esmeralda had noticed. She'd had a radiotherapy session that morning and must have picked up that faint hospital scent. The herbal supplements she'd