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.

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

little when she saw her grandmother's color looked decent. "Grandma, are you feeling

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

gently. "That's no good. Tell you what-what would you

lit up. "How about some oatmeal? You always make it taste the

"Alright, give me a

porridges. Her grandmother had tasted

cooked anymore. She no longer had to rush home on her

brought it to the table, the sound of a

in the living

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

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

catching Jarrod's cool, appraising look. A

shot her grandmother a helpless glance, knowing exactly what she was up to trying to warm

But it was pointless.

been doing this for three years,

than a sycophant, desperate for even a

divorce looming, what must he