How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 686

Elodie's eyes flickered, surprise crossing her face. She never would have guessed that Jarrod was involved.

Latham, meanwhile, finally pieced together the memory. "Back when Ms. Thorne was waiting for your uncle's surgery, I remember thinking Mr. Silverstein looked familiar. I'm terrible with faces, but it just clicked. See, I was swamped with work at the time and barely made it back to the country. Mr. Silverstein must have already worked things out with the hospital. It took a month or two to finalize everything."

He'd even been given a substantial bonus by the hospital.

In fact, the salary here was a full forty percent higher than what he'd earned abroad.

All of that contributed to his final decision to return home.

Esmeralda looked puzzled. "Wait, weren't you introduced by Dr. Warwick?"

How did Jarrod get involved in this?

Latham smiled. “I was brought in directly to treat Ms. Thorne's uncle at the hospital as a specialist. It made sense that I'd be the one to take over his case. Even without Elias's introduction, I would have had a formal welcome at the hospital, and Ms. Thorne would have met me anyway."

It was all a string of circumstances leading to an inevitable conclusion.

Elodie sat in silence for a long time. She couldn't pretend she wasn't shaken.

She'd thought all along that she'd pulled some strings through Elias, but Jarrod had never mentioned any of this.

Now, with hindsight, she could understand why he'd kept it quiet.

It probably had to do with Ivan. He'd been cautious, unwilling to come clean.

Her uncle's recovery was a huge favor-one she couldn't ignore.

her relationship with Jarrod now? It felt... irreparably

even tell who was right and who was

a bitter laugh, unable to put her

have the energy to focus on Jarrod at this

now, after losing it

Your

never someone who empathized easily, but Elodie was the

and turns of her heart. Sometimes, despite himself, he couldn't help

was pale, her features empty, her spirit

gave her a long, searching look

was still

They needed answers.

they could do was

most of her time silently staring

there was nothing she could do to comfort

do was

hadn't gone to

they were supposed to share after

rooms, unsure why he'd

drifted into the nursery, not even noticing when Cara

the little alpaca-shaped stool

wanted to leave that for Elodie, knowing she loved those special, meaningful rituals. He'd made sure there space for her to make

down the old house after they

get rid

he'd