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.

Jarrod now? It

even tell who was right and who was

unable to put

even have the energy to focus on

hadn't been able to keep the baby, and now, after losing it in such a painful way, the ache in her heart just wouldn't

far from okay. "You really need to rest and recover. Your

but Elodie was

knew the road she'd traveled, the twists and turns of her heart. Sometimes, despite

understand." Elodie's face was pale, her features empty, her spirit

long, searching

was still more

They needed answers.

could do

barely spoke these days, spending most of her time silently staring out

but there was

could do was stay by

hadn't gone to the

went straight back to the house they were supposed to

aimlessly through the rooms,

the nursery, not even noticing when Cara came in to

stool and stared at

hadn't been decorated yet he'd wanted to leave that for Elodie, knowing she loved those special, meaningful rituals. He'd made

torn down the old house after they

Ivan, but also... he'd wanted to get rid

he'd felt both