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."

arrived, Elodie opened the door. He stood in the hallway, one hand in his pocket, looking down at her with a measured

aside to

a faint

been with Sylvie the

her nose, replying in a calm voice,

at her, noticing how

She wasn't faking.

are three kinds

at him, a bit surprised he was taking care of

"...Thank you."

After a moment, he

her head foggy and heavy, her whole body aching

kettle was still heating

her medicine once the

was thinking this, she opened her eyes and saw

"You're...

a faint, ironic laugh. "You're quick

getting what you

remark, he didn't linger. He set the

didn't dwell on

and out of sleep

room

soup and some

Is there a mistake?" she

it be brought up

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