How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 80

They could all hear Elodie's tone during the phone call.

Sylvie frowned slightly, saying nothing.

Maurice let out a short laugh. "Seriously, is she pulling that damsel-in-distress act for attention again?"

"Maybe she's actually sick this time." Sylvie set down her cards, her voice cool

and even.

Maurice shrugged. "Well, she could at least respect some boundaries, especially with you still here." He wasn't surprised-Elodie was never one to stay quiet for long.

Jarrod glanced at his watch. It was just after eight in the evening.

"I'll go check on her."

Maurice caught on immediately. "Right, if you ignore her and she complains to

your grandmother later, this'll be a mess to clean up."

Sylvie pressed her lips together but didn't comment.

Jarrod's eyes remained as cold and unreadable as ever. "You two keep playing. I'll be back in a bit."

Sylvie's posture eased a little. "Alright."

Maurice grinned. "Got it. I know what you mean-just don't let her rope you into anything."

hand in his pocket, looking

stepped aside to

he passed, there was a faint trace of women's perfume clinging

with Sylvie

discreetly covered her nose, replying in a calm voice, "My

glanced at her, noticing

She wasn't faking.

then went to boil some water, his tone neutral. "There are three kinds of medicine-one for bronchitis, something for the fever,

he was taking care

"...Thank you."

and distant. After a

into bed, her head foggy and heavy,

was still

take her medicine once the water

she opened her eyes and saw Jarrod still standing

hesitated. "You're... still

glanced at her, letting out a faint, ironic laugh. "You're quick

you're done getting what

remark, he didn't linger. He set the medicine on the bedside table and

dwell

and out of sleep until

room service

and

Is there a

replied, "Mr. Silverstein requested it be brought up to

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