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?

you even tell who was right

gave a bitter laugh, unable

the energy to focus on Jarrod at

the baby, and now, after losing it in such a painful way,

need to rest and recover. Your mood

empathized easily, but Elodie

heart. Sometimes, despite

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

a long, searching look before leaving with

still more

They needed answers.

all they could do was

days, spending most of her

so withdrawn, but there was nothing she could do to comfort

do was stay

gone to the

house they were supposed to share after the

aimlessly through the rooms, unsure why

noticing when Cara came

the little alpaca-shaped stool and stared at

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

old house after they

get rid of

house, he'd