How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 111

Sylvie turned to Keith with unhurried grace, her posture effortlessly elegant.

Keith, almost instinctively, glanced at Sylvie. After a moment's deliberation, he shook his head. "It's nothing. I just wanted to remind you—your meeting with Mr. Black is at three this afternoon."

Jarrod's dark eyes betrayed nothing as he nodded, then disappeared into his office.

Sylvie followed close behind.

Keith watched the two of them retreat down the hall, weighing his words carefully and ultimately deciding to keep silent.

After all, Ms. Fielding was still here. Bringing up Elodie now would be out of place.

Besides, in all these years, he'd never heard of Mr. Silverstein visiting his mother-in-law's grave.

What would be different this time?

Even if he brought it up, with the third anniversary coming up, Mr. Silverstein would probably refuse. Why risk spoiling both his and Ms. Fielding's moods by mentioning Elodie?

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On the other side of town, Elodie was completely unaware of Keith's dilemma.

After work that evening, she changed course and headed for the nursing home.

Her grandmother had sent over a few home-cooked dishes for Emile today, and Elodie decided to join in and keep everyone company.

Emile had just finished a round of chemotherapy. His appetite was poor, and he barely touched his food. Still, he smiled warmly as he chatted with Elodie and Rosemary about his new room.

He told them the hospital had arranged a much better caregiver for him now, with both a day nurse and a night nurse taking shifts—far more attentive than before.

Elodie was surprised. She wondered if this was a standard perk for the private suite, or if Jarrod had quietly intervened.

At a hospital this exclusive, every service usually came with an extra fee.

Could it really be that Jarrod had given special instructions?

"That must have cost a fortune, didn't it?" Rosemary turned to Elodie, frowning in disapproval. "You only just started your new job. There's no need to spend so much."

She was genuinely worried for Elodie—this girl had always carried too much for both her and Emile.