How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 132 Elodie walked to the entrance and sat on the stone steps for a moment to catch her breath.

The specialist the doctor mentioned had no set return date. Besides, if this expert was as renowned as they claimed, getting an appointment wouldn't be easy.

If only she had sway to contact him directly—maybe she could buy her uncle sprecious time.

"Ms. Thorne?" Elodie looked up.

Joseph was approaching, studying her with a concerned gaze. He noticed how pale she still looked and was reminded of the last the'd rushed her to the hospital.

"Are you feeling unwell again?" he asked, lips pressed in a tight line.

Elodie drifted for a second, then shook her head. "No, I'm fine." Her answer was a little curt, so she tried to soften it, asking politely, "You're here for...?" Joseph lifted the pharmacy bag in his hand. "Freya's asthma medication. I cby to pick it up regularly." Elodie nodded in understanding. Freya had struggled with asthma for years—her health had never been strong. Joseph, though, was a devoted brother, always looking out for her.

She and Joseph had never been close. Their past interactions were anything but friendly, leaving them with little to talk about now.

An awkward silence settled between them.

Joseph noticed it too and chose to break it. "So, what brings you to the hospital today?" "I spoke with my uncle's doctor about treatment options," Elodie replied politely.

When Joseph first saw her sitting there, she seemed weighed down by worries. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Are you having trouble with something? Do you need... any help?" Elodie glanced at him, eyes flickering with skepticism. Given Joseph's previous indifference toward her, she was surprised by his offer.

"No, it's nothing. I'm just trying to find a specialist for my uncle." "What's his diagnosis?" "A malignant tumor." She lowered her eyes, visibly unsettled. With everything going on, she couldn't afford to fall apart.

Joseph looked uncertain, searching for words of comfort.

Then he fixed her with a steady look and said, "I know a leading doctor in that field. If you'd like, I can give you his contact information." Elodie stared at him, genuinely taken aback.

There was a note of hesitation in her eyes, as if she didn't quite trust him.

Joseph caught her doubt. He pressed his lips together, pulled out his phone, and tapped a few times. A moment later, Elodie's phone buzzed.

"He's a friend of mine," Joseph explained. "He's been working abroad for years and is highly respected. Even if he can't treat your uncle himself, he has access to the best medical resources." Elodie was silent, still processing the unexpected gesture.

She glanced at her phone-a new contact had cthrough.

"Why are you helping me?" she asked before she could stop herself.

Joseph used to go out of his way to avoid her. He wasn't as openly hostile as Maurice, but he'd made it clear he didn't approve of her.

Her question seemed to catch him off guard.

His gaze flickered. After a pause, he simply said, "Just lending a hand." Elodie couldn't figure out his motives, but she couldn't deny he'd just given her a lifeline. Joseph cfrom one of the most powerful families in the city-his connections were second to none.

She exhaled and, for the first time, spoke with genuine gratitude. "Thank you." "It's nothing," Joseph replied. He sensed her continued reserve and didn't take offense.

He knew he'd never treated her well before.

"Where are you headed? I can give you a ride," he offered, checking his watch, his tone gentlemanly.

"That's all right, you don't have to go out of your way." But Joseph met her eyes, sincere. "You're probably heading back to VistaLink Technologies, right? I'm headed that way-it's no trouble at all." Elodie hesitated. Her car was still in the shop-Esmeralda had taken it in for servicing so she'd cby cab and would have to wait for another.

Besides, after Joseph had just helped her, refusing his offer would feel a little rude.

After a moment's thought, she nodded. "Thank you. I appreciate it." A faint smile curved Joseph's lips.

The drive to Vista Link Technologies took about twenty minutes.

Elodie, exhausted after a sleepless night wracked with pain, leanedm against the window, eyes closed, trying to rest. She made no effort at small talk. Joseph glanced over and, noticing, quietly adjusted the air conditioning to a more comfortable setting. When they arrived, Elodie opened her eyes right on cue. Joseph was already out of the car, coming around to open her door.

She didn't find it strange-boys from families like his were trained in etiquette; it was second nature to them. "Thank you," she said, stepping out with her bag.

Maybe it was because she was still @sharp under the weather, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, through her lower cramp twisted thr abdomen. Elodie's face went white, her legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed.

Joseph reacted instantly, his hands catching her around the waist. Even through her cashmere coat, he could her feel the delicate warmth of her body. For a split second, he froze, startled by the contact. He looked down, about to ask if she was all right- But heavy footsteps thundered behind them.

A cold, furious voice rang out: "What do you think you're doing?" Joseph spun around.

He never saw the fist coming. It landed square on his jaw, sending him stumbling back a few steps.