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."

the door. He stood in the hallway, one hand in his pocket, looking

aside to let him

faint

must've been with Sylvie

her nose, replying in a calm voice, "My

noticing how drained she

She wasn't faking.

then went to boil some water, his tone neutral. "There are three kinds of

at him, a bit surprised he was taking care of

"...Thank you."

After a moment, he asked, "Are you

climbed back into bed, her head foggy and heavy, her whole body aching for rest.

kettle was

decided she'd take her medicine

she was thinking this, she opened her eyes and saw Jarrod still standing there, watching

hesitated. "You're... still

faint, ironic laugh. "You're quick

you're done getting what you

linger. He set the medicine on

dwell

and out of sleep until

was room service with

and some

Is there a

requested it be

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