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 she heard Elodie enter, she sat up with a bright smile. "Look who's home! They told me you were coming, so I got

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

squeezed her hand, eyes warm. "Oh, don't worry about me. Just the usual aches and pains of old age. Missing a couple of meals

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

grandmother's face lit up. "How about some oatmeal? You always make it taste the

smiled. "Alright, give me

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

ever cooked anymore. She no

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

appeared in the living

the kitchen, apron tied tight. Something

grandmother's face broke into a grin as soon as she saw him. "I was just about to call you!

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

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

But it was pointless.

for three years, and

sycophant, desperate for even a scrap

divorce looming, what