Elodie left the upscale neighborhood and glanced at the time—it was already two o'clock.
The drive to the hospital would take about forty minutes, just enough to get her there at the right time.
Once she got in the car, she took another pill.
The side effects were harsh.
Lately, she'd been suffering from intense dizziness and fatigue.
She really needed to discuss her treatment plan with the doctor again.
After sitting quietly for a while to steady herself, Elodie started the engine and pulled away.
Almost as soon as Elodie was gone, Octavia came downstairs, timing it perfectly.
She had no intention of greeting Elodie.
In the past, Elodie was always pestering her about her brother's likes and dislikes, fussing over her wearing skirts bare-legged in winter, and even prying into her grades—as if she could actually tutor her or something.
It was so annoying. That's why Octavia avoided her whenever she could.
But she knew that if she ever needed anything, Elodie wouldn't turn her down.
Meanwhile, Cara was just about to take a thermos of soup over to the Silverstein Mansion.
Octavia, humming cheerfully, stepped up. "Hand it over—I'll take it."
Cara didn't think much of it. Since Octavia was staying at the mansion anyway, she just passed the container to her.
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Elodie's hospital of choice was the best private clinic in Eldermere.
The care was superior, and her uncle Emile was staying in the attached rehabilitation wing—one of the most reputable in town.
Of course, it was expensive.
Three years married to Jarrod had left her with nothing except a hard-won manager's position in PR, a job that at least paid very well.
She'd managed to get by all these years.
Now, at VistaLink Technologies, Alexander and Esmeralda valued her even more. They'd given her shares in the company, and once the new project launched, her annual dividends would be at least seven or eight million.
That way, even if her illness couldn't be cured, she could still leave a generous sum for her grandmother and uncle, ensuring they'd be comfortable in their old age.
That's why she'd been so desperate to rekindle her old ambitions.
Partly, she wanted to live without regrets; partly, she wanted to make sure her family would be taken care of.
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