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.

arrived at the mansion, a housekeeper greeted her at the door with a pair of slippers. Elodie slipped them on and glanced into the living room, where her grandmother was lying on the sofa. The moment she heard Elodie

relaxed a little when she saw her grandmother's color looked decent. "Grandma, are you feeling any better? I heard you haven't wanted to

Just the usual aches and pains of old age. Missing a couple of meals is just a little cleanse for the

Tell you what-what would you like to

about some

smiled. "Alright, give

especially soups and porridges. Her grandmother had

cooked anymore. She no longer had to rush

the oatmeal and brought it to the table, the sound of a car horn cut through the

in the living

frame bustling around the kitchen, apron tied tight. Something flickered in

into a 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

Jarrod's cool, appraising look. A

trying to warm things up between her and Jarrod, hoping he'd show Elodie a little more

But it was pointless.

years, and

him, she was nothing more than a sycophant, desperate for

divorce looming, what must