How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 686

Elodie’s eyes flickered, surprise crossing her face. She never would have guessed that Jarrod was involved.

Latham, meanwhile, finally pieced together the memory. “Back when Ms. Thorne was waiting for your uncle’s surgery, I remember thinking Mr. Silverstein looked familiar. I’m terrible with faces, but it just clicked. See, I was swamped with work at the time and barely made it back to the country. Mr. Silverstein must have already worked things out with the hospital. It took a month or two to finalize everything.”

He’d even been given a substantial bonus by the hospital.

In fact, the salary here was a full forty percent higher than what he’d earned abroad.

All of that contributed to his final decision to return home.

Esmeralda looked puzzled. “Wait, weren’t you introduced by Dr. Warwick?”

How did Jarrod get involved in this?

Latham smiled. “I was brought in directly to treat Ms. Thorne’s uncle at the hospital as a specialist. It made sense that I’d be the one to take over his case. Even without Elias’s introduction, I would have had a formal welcome at the hospital, and Ms. Thorne would have met me anyway.”

It was all a string of circumstances leading to an inevitable conclusion.

Elodie sat in silence for a long time. She couldn’t pretend she wasn’t shaken.

She’d thought all along that she’d pulled some strings through Elias, but Jarrod had never mentioned any of this.

Now, with hindsight, she could understand why he’d kept it quiet.

It probably had to do with Ivan. He’d been cautious, unwilling to come clean.

Her uncle’s recovery was a huge favor—one she couldn’t ignore.

But her relationship with Jarrod now? It felt… irreparably broken.

How could you even tell who was right and who was wrong anymore?

Elodie gave a bitter laugh, unable to put her feelings into words.

She didn’t even have the energy to focus on Jarrod at this point.

She hadn’t been able to keep the baby, and now, after losing it in such a painful way, the ache in her heart just wouldn’t fade.

Elias could see that Elodie was still far from okay. “You really need to rest and recover. Your mood has a huge impact on your health. Once you’re fully healed, we can talk about next steps.”

Elias was never someone who empathized easily, but Elodie was the one patient he’d become close to.

He knew the road she’d traveled, the twists and turns of her heart. Sometimes, despite himself, he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of compassion.

“All right, I understand.” Elodie’s face was pale, her features empty, her spirit drained.

Elias gave her a long, searching look before leaving with Latham.