How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 278

Lucinda couldn’t help but wonder—was Elodie implying she hadn’t been much of a mother? That she had no right to ask anything of her?

But almost immediately, Lucinda dismissed the thought. Elodie would never dare to think that way.

Without checking if Lucinda understood her meaning, Elodie merely nodded, then turned and walked away.

Lucinda frowned at Elodie’s retreating figure. In the past, she would have been pleased with Elodie’s polite, distant manner. It meant Elodie knew how to behave.

But now, for some reason, it just felt… insulting.

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The next day, Elodie visited the hospital to meet the specialist Elias had recommended—a man named Dr. Latham.

He was not yet forty, an expert who had returned from abroad alongside Elias, and his office was filled with photos of them treating patients all over the world. Clearly, the hospital had spared no expense to bring him back.

After reviewing Emile’s case, Dr. Latham said, “We can schedule the surgery. Elias already briefed me. Don’t worry, I’ll do everything I can.”

Elodie thanked him, but her gaze drifted to a framed photograph of Dr. Latham and Elias together. Below Elias’s image was an unfamiliar name, spelled out in English.

She couldn’t quite make it out.

Dr. Latham caught her lingering glance and smiled. “Fergus. That’s the name he used while working overseas.”

Elodie looked up in surprise. Elias was Fergus?

She had spent ages trying to track down this expert named Fergus. After all her searching, it turned out to be Elias all along.

Her mind was still reeling when she returned to the offices of VistaLink Technologies. Now that she knew Elias was Fergus, hope fluttered in her chest. If he couldn’t personally oversee Emile’s entire treatment and surgery, perhaps he could work with Dr. Latham to develop a care plan together?

Lost in thought, she had barely stepped off the elevator when Esmeralda swept her into her office and pressed a gold-embossed invitation into her hand.

“Elodie… this is for you,” Esmeralda said, her expression complicated.

Elodie glanced down.

It was an engagement party invitation—from Ivan and Queenie Jett.