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."

stood in the hallway, one hand in his pocket, looking

to let him

a faint trace of women's perfume

must've been with Sylvie the

her nose, replying

glanced at her, noticing how drained she

She wasn't faking.

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

he

"...Thank you."

a

and heavy, her whole body aching for rest.

was

she'd take her medicine once the water was

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

hesitated. "You're...

a faint,

done getting

set the medicine on

didn't dwell on

drifted in and out of sleep until the doorbell

was room service

of soup and some sides-light and

order this. Is

Silverstein requested it be brought up

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