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.

about to gently

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

the cake and nodded. "And you

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

darkened, though her

Selma

was confident Sylvie

this gesture... This was

uncle and grandmother in the dark-to shield them from knowing Jarrod's affair had

didn't want their fragile health

was using these petty tricks, flaunting herself

the occasion?" Emile

Elodie replied, her face perfectly impassive. "And we don't accept food from unknown sources in the hospital." She walked over, picked up the cake, and fixed the aide with a cool stare. "Could

under Elodie's gaze, nodded quickly, and hurried

her uncle's private room the moment it became available; Elodie had been here enough to know

laughter and cheerful

as she pushed the