How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 361

Alexander nodded in agreement. “True—if he really tried to make unreasonable demands because of Sylvie, then he’d be a terrible person.”

Elodie, however, wasn’t concerned with how Neural Intelligence would resolve things.

Her uncle’s surgery was tomorrow.

Right now, nothing else mattered.

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Emile’s operation had been on the schedule for weeks.

Now, with Elias involved in drafting the treatment plan and Emile’s health indicators finally stable, the date was set without further delay.

Elodie requested the day off.

Alexander couldn’t get away from work, and when he suggested sending Esmeralda to wait with her, Elodie firmly refused. There was no reason to trouble everyone and turn this into a spectacle.

Besides, VistaLink Technologies was swamped with the new system rollout. It wouldn’t do for two out of three managers to be absent at the same time.

The night before the surgery.

Rosemary hardly slept at all. Elodie understood—when someone’s worried, they can’t control it—so she simply sat with her grandmother in companionable silence.

The surgery was scheduled to begin at 11 a.m.

Dr. Latham came by to explain the details to Elodie, outlining the probable duration.

This kind of transplant was complicated.

He said it could very well take eight to ten hours.

Elodie felt far from confident, but with her grandmother at her side, she forced herself to stay calm as she signed consent form after consent form.

Only at that moment did it occur to her: When her own surgery comes one day, who will be there to sign for her?

The operation dragged on, hour after hour.