How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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.

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

decorated cake. The woman smiled as she placed it on the table.

the cake and nodded. "And

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

darkened, though her expression

immediately: Selma had arranged

was confident Sylvie would

gesture... This was nothing but a brazen

could to keep her uncle and grandmother in the dark-to shield them from

their fragile health

now, Selma was using these petty tricks, flaunting herself right in front of the

the occasion?" Emile asked,

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

gaze, nodded

which room Selma was in-after all, Selma had snatched her uncle's private room the moment it became available; Elodie had been here enough to know

cheerful voices

was frosty as she