NovelStartChapter 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.
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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlexander 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 stime.
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 cby 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.
Rosemary looked pale, her exhaustion obvious after a sleepless night.
Elodie couldn't help but worry. "Grandma, why don't you go rest in Uncle's room for a bit? The surgery's going to take a while. I'll stay here and keep watch. Cback when it's almost done." Rosemary didn't protest-she didn't want to push herself to the point of making Elodie even more anxious. "All right, I'll cback later," she said, and since her blood pressure had spiked, she needed to take her medication anyway.
Elodie watched her grandmother walk away, then turned her gaze back to the operating room doors.
Her heart felt like it was weighed down with stone-heavy and slow, pounding with a cold, relentless anxiety that threatened to swallow her whole.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Don't worry." Just as Rosemary disappeared down the hallway, a tall figure approached, the faint scent of disinfectant trailing behind him.
Elodie looked up. Elias was standing over her, meeting her gaze before handing her a bottle of fruit smoothie. "I can't promise you everything will go perfectly," he said, "but Latham is known for being steady in the OR. It'll be a long wait. If you can't eat, at least drink this for your blood sugar." Elodie hesitated, then took the bottle. "Thank you." Elias glanced at his watch. "I'll check in again after the surgery."
He had work to get back to, but he'd promised Elodie he would look after keep her uncle, and he intended to that promise. After all, Elodie had saved him once -debts like that weren't repaid easily.
She nodded and thanked him again. Elias watched her for a moment, as if debating whether to say more, then turned and strode away. It was only two in the afternoon.
Elodie rubbed her brow, feeling the weight of every slow-moving minute.
She shut her eyes, trying to ease the ache behind them.
She heard footsteps again-someone stopped in front of her then sat down e beside her. A faint breeze carried a subtle note of men's cologne.
Elodie stilled, then opened her eyes and glanced over.
Jarrod had taken the seat next to hers. Noticing her stare, he turned and met her eyes. "Why are you looking atlike that?"
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