How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 176

Jarrod looked up, his eyes cold and unreadable.

In that instant, a sharp realization flashed through Elodie's mind.

Selma was here at the hospital too—right in the organ transplant registration area.

And now Sylvie and her family had shown up…

Sylvie shot Elodie a quick glance before heading to the registration desk. Elodie could clearly hear the staff explaining the queue and estimated wait times.

It was true—her uncle's spot had been taken!

Selma had stolen his place in line!

Elodie's chest tightened with anger.

Without hesitation, she spun on her heel and strode toward them.

"Jarrod, that spot was meant for my uncle," she said, struggling to keep her voice steady, eyes fixed intensely on him.

Jarrod lowered his gaze to hers, his expression barely shifting.

Before he could reply, Sylvie interjected, pressing her lips together. "This is a hospital, not a grocery store. You can't just claim something as yours because you want it. We follow hospital procedures here."

"Procedures?" Elodie shot her a frosty look, no longer hiding her fury. "Your mother's only been admitted a few days, and now she's ahead of my uncle on the list? If it weren't for Jarrod, would you even dare speak to me like this?"

Sylvie's face hardened, her brows knitting in annoyance.

Who did Elodie think she was, talking to her like that?

Elodie's gaze flicked to the medical report in Sylvie's hand.

Cirrhosis.

Selma's diagnosis was cirrhosis, brought on by years of heavy drinking.

It wasn't even life-threatening—not yet.

And yet she was competing with Elodie's uncle, who was in the final stages of liver cancer, for a life-saving organ.

"Elodie, this kind of dramatics won't solve anything," Sylvie said, raising her chin, irritation flashing in her eyes.

She took a step closer. "Rules are rules. Whatever happened, the hospital's system now lists my mother ahead of your uncle. Don't make a scene."

Elodie's expression was ice, her eyes devoid of warmth.

As Sylvie approached, preparing to "sort things out," Elodie snapped.