How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 98

Chapter 97

Elodie's eyes flickered, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her fork.

Octavia didn't miss that fleeting reaction. Her smile widened as she nudged her phone toward Jarrod, determined to get an answer. "So, do you like it or not, big brother?"

Jarrod's eyes, cold and unreadable, stayed fixed on the screen. His expression barely shifted. He shot Octavia a warning look.

Octavia shrank back a little, quickly withdrawing her phone. She knew Jarrod and Elodie's situation wasn't public yet; she'd only wanted to see how Elodie would react, not to actually upset her brother.

"What's going on?" their grandmother asked, sensing the tension at the table.

"It's nothing, Grandma," Octavia said brightly, scooting closer. "I just showed Jarrod something he really likes."

Grandma didn't press, patting Octavia's head before turning her attention back to her meal.

Elodie kept her head down, her face carefully blank. She looked numb, as if she were just an outsider watching a love story everyone else envied.

When Jarrod finished eating, he set down his fork and headed upstairs.

scowled in annoyance. "He disappears the moment he finishes. Elodie, go call

words gave her one—at least for now. She

No answer.

and stepped inside, just as

that emphasized his broad

unwelcome thoughts flashing through

him a racy photo of Sylvie, and Jarrod had

still chatting—if it was Sylvie

his shower

suddenly came over, his gaze sharp

back to herself. As he drew closer, the hem of his loose black pants brushing with each step, she quickly averted her eyes. "Grandma

studied the calm, indifferent look

brushed

to find an elderly man with snow-white hair had joined them in the living room. He wore a gray suit and had a kindly,

Dr. MacLeod, a renowned physician. I invited him to stop by and give you both

Elodie's face paled.

hard to guess

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