How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 91

When Elodie called, it took her grandmother a long time to pick up.

It was only just past eight. Her grandmother had always been a bit of a night owl, fond of binge-watching dramas and scrolling through videos-never one to go to bed early.

So Elodie tried the house line instead.

One of the housekeepers answered. "Mrs. Silverstein, your grandmother hasn't been feeling well these past couple of days. She's resting now-she barely touched her dinner."

A flicker of worry crept into Elodie's voice. "What happened? Is it her blood pressure again?"

"The family doctor stopped by. He said she caught a chill, and her blood pressure's been unstable. Mrs. Silverstein, if you have time, could you come home today? We've tried to talk to her, but she won't really listen to us..."

Elodie hesitated.

She couldn't just pretend nothing was wrong now that she knew her grandmother was ill. Besides, her grandmother had always been so good to her. For both emotional and moral reasons, she ought to visit.

"I'll come over right away."

She gathered her things and set out for Silverstein Mansion.

She'd originally wanted to ask if Jarrod had come home, but now she'd have to go back and check herself.

where her grandmother was lying on the sofa. The moment

color looked decent. "Grandma, are you feeling any better? I heard you

usual aches and pains of old age. Missing a couple of meals is

would you like to eat? I'll make it for

grandmother's face lit up. "How about some

give me

skills for Jarrod, perfecting homestyle recipes, especially soups and porridges. Her grandmother had tasted her oatmeal before and never stopped raving about it, often craving

headed into the kitchen with practiced ease. Ever since she'd started working at VistaLink Technologies, she hardly ever cooked anymore. She no longer had to rush home on her lunch break to whip up meals for Jarrod, which

the oatmeal and brought it to

appeared in

kitchen, apron

grin as soon as she saw him. "I was just about to call you! Look, Elodie made a special effort to cook for you tonight-she's the only one who cares enough to do

paused, catching Jarrod's cool, appraising look. A flush of embarrassment

a helpless glance, knowing exactly what she was up to trying to

But it was pointless.

for three years, and it had never made a

nothing more than a sycophant, desperate for even a scrap

divorce looming, what must he