How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 361

Alexander nodded in agreement. "True—if he really tried to make unreasonable demands because of Sylvie, then he'd be a terrible person."

Elodie, however, wasn't concerned with how Neural Intelligence would resolve things.

Her uncle's surgery was tomorrow.

Right now, nothing else mattered.

Emile's operation had been on the schedule for weeks.

Now, with Elias involved in drafting the treatment plan and Emile's health indicators finally stable, the date was set without further delay.

Elodie requested the day off.

Alexander couldn't get away from work, and when he suggested sending Esmeralda to wait with her, Elodie firmly refused. There was no reason to trouble everyone and turn this into a spectacle.

Besides, VistaLink Technologies was swamped with the new system rollout. It wouldn't do for two out of three managers to be absent at the same time.

The night before the surgery.

Elodie understood when someone's worried, they can't control it—so she simply sat with her

to begin at

the

kind of

could very well take eight

but with her grandmother at her side, she forced herself to stay calm as she signed consent

to her: When her own surgery

on, hour

looked pale, her exhaustion obvious after a

for a bit? The surgery's going to take a while. I'll stay

push herself to the point of making Elodie even more

said, and since her

walk away, then turned

felt like it was weighed down with stone-heavy and slow, pounding

"Don't worry."

hallway, a tall figure approached,

bottle of fruit smoothie. "I can't promise you everything will go perfectly," he said, “but Latham is known for being steady in the OR. It'll be a long wait. If you can't eat, at least drink

then took the bottle. "Thank

watch. "I'll check in again