Chapter 337

It could even have greater benefits for the surgery.

"You know Dr. Warwick, don't you?" Emile asked, peeling an apple for Elodie and slicing it into neat pieces before speaking.

Elodie glanced up from the book resting on her lap. "We've met a few times. Not close."

Emile chuckled. “He seems like a good guy. Doesn't talk much, but he always checks in on me when he has time-even though he isn't my attending physician. Very responsible, and honestly, a pretty decent young man."

Elodie poured him a glass of water, amused. "Funny, I've never heard you praise Dr. Latham this much."

"I always praise Dr. Latham to his face," Emile replied with mock solemnity, lifting the glass. “But Dr. Warwick-now, he's the kind of clean-cut, bright young gentleman you don't see often. I overheard some nurses chatting: not only is he single, but apparently, he's from a prominent family and keeps his nose clean. That kind of character is rare these days!"

Elodie raised her brows in surprise. "Uncle, you have quite the social life here, don't you? Even up on all the hospital gossip."

He tapped her forehead lightly. "Child, haven't you heard of 'rare commodities'?"

Divorced. Work piling up. Sometimes you need a little romance to balance out the monotony of life.

Emile was hinting at, but she truly wasn't interested. She was about to gently tell him not to worry so

nurse's aide she didn't recognize entered, carrying a beautifully decorated cake. The woman smiled as she placed it

cake

deliver slices of cake to everyone-a little celebration in advance. Her daughter's waiting on grad school results,

eyes darkened, though

realized immediately: Selma had arranged

Selma was confident Sylvie would get

was nothing but a brazen

grandmother in the dark-to shield them from knowing Jarrod's affair had been with

didn't want their fragile health shaken

now, Selma was using these petty tricks, flaunting herself

the occasion?"

walked over, picked up the cake, and fixed the aide with a cool stare. "Could you please show me the way? I'd

under Elodie's gaze,

with purpose. She knew exactly which room Selma was in-after all, Selma had snatched her uncle's private room

and cheerful

as she pushed the door

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