How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 216

Elias didn’t respond this time.

Clearly, he had no interest in this kind of inexplicable conversation.

Meanwhile, Elodie was oblivious to whatever was on Naylor’s mind.

Her own mood was surprisingly upbeat—Jason from Nexus Analytics had sent over a trove of project details with impressive efficiency, and their communication had been smooth.

At this rate, they were on track to finish the first round of data testing within the projected timeline.

During her lunch break, Elodie made her way to the hospital.

Now that her uncle had a confirmed liver donor, the surgery would soon be scheduled.

She also tried to get some news about Dr. Fergus, the renowned specialist.

But once again, she was told he hadn’t arrived at the hospital yet.

A dull ache settled in her head.

Of course, it would be best for her uncle to have the top surgeon, but for now, she simply had no way in.

If there was ever a place where connections mattered more than anywhere else, it had to be the hospital.

After lunch with Emile Thorne, Elodie was called in for her routine check-up.

The doctors needed to monitor the growth of her tumor and see how well the radiation therapy was working.

Once the tests were done, she was left waiting for the results, which would take a while.

She sat alone in the waiting area, hands numb and cold, clenching and unclenching her fingers. She had already endured two rounds of radiation—if only it had helped. But what if things were getting worse?

Elodie sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

That was when Freya Delacroix and Joseph arrived and spotted her sitting by herself, lost in thought.

Freya whispered, “Joe, is Elodie here all alone? How come no one’s with her?”

To Freya, being sick meant having someone by your side. Ever since she was little, whenever her asthma acted up, her parents or her brother would always take turns staying with her. The idea of going through treatment alone was unthinkable and unbearably lonely.

Elodie was a few years older, but she was still a woman, and Freya imagined she must be scared too.