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

stepped aside to let

faint

with Sylvie the

nose, replying in a calm

her, noticing how drained

She wasn't faking.

water, his tone neutral. "There are

he was taking care of her at

"...Thank you."

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

and heavy, her whole body

was still

she'd take her medicine once the

thinking this, she opened her eyes and saw Jarrod still

"You're... still

a faint, ironic

getting what

remark, he didn't linger. He set the medicine

didn't dwell on

of

was room

soup and some sides-light and

didn't order this. Is

requested it be brought up to your

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