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.

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 out here to

saw her grandmother's color looked decent. "Grandma, are you feeling any better? I heard you haven't wanted to eat at

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

good. Tell you what-what would you like to

"How about some oatmeal? You

give me a few

cooking skills for Jarrod, perfecting homestyle recipes, especially soups and porridges. Her grandmother had tasted her oatmeal

Ever since she'd started working at VistaLink Technologies, she hardly ever cooked anymore. She no

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

in the living

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! Look, Elodie made a special effort to cook for you tonight-she's the only one who cares enough to

appraising look. A flush of embarrassment crept over

glance, knowing exactly what she was up to trying to warm things up between her and Jarrod, hoping he'd

But it was pointless.

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

sycophant, desperate for even a scrap

with divorce looming, what must he