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.

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 enter, she sat up with a bright smile. "Look who's

are you feeling any better? I heard you haven't

don't worry about me. Just the usual aches and pains of old age. Missing a couple

good. Tell you what-what would

Her grandmother's face lit up. "How about some oatmeal?

"Alright, give me a

spent months honing her cooking skills for Jarrod, perfecting homestyle recipes, especially soups and porridges. Her grandmother had tasted her oatmeal before and never stopped raving

ever cooked anymore. She no longer

to the table, the

appeared in

Elodie her slender frame bustling around the kitchen, apron tied tight. Something flickered in his dark eyes, unreadable

into a grin as soon as she saw him. "I was just about to call you!

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

to trying to warm things up between her and Jarrod, hoping

But it was pointless.

been doing this for three years, and it had never made

she was nothing more than a sycophant, desperate for even a scrap of his

now, with divorce looming,