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."

in the hallway, one hand in his pocket, looking down at her with a measured gaze before stepping inside.

aside to let

a faint trace of women's

must've been with Sylvie the whole

her nose, replying in a calm

noticing

She wasn't faking.

tone neutral. "There are three kinds of

a bit surprised he was taking

"...Thank you."

and looked at her, his eyes deep and distant. After a moment, he asked, "Are you

her head foggy and heavy, her whole body aching for rest.

was still

she'd take her medicine

opened her eyes and saw Jarrod still standing there,

"You're...

a faint, ironic laugh. "You're quick to

you're done getting what

didn't linger. He set the medicine

dwell on

drifted in and out of sleep until the doorbell

was room

bowl of soup and

didn't order this. Is there a mistake?"

it be brought up to your

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