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.

the moment he finishes. Elodie,

leave, and Grandma's words gave her one—at

No answer.

inside, just as

showered; his dark hair was still damp, and he wore casual loungewear that emphasized his broad shoulders and trim waist. His phone was in hand, busy with a

flurry of unwelcome thoughts flashing through

had shown him a racy photo

chatting—if it was Sylvie

his shower seem

Jarrod suddenly

his loose black pants brushing

the calm, indifferent look on her

brushed past

hair had joined them in the living room. He wore a gray suit and had a kindly, scholarly

Dr. MacLeod, a renowned physician. I invited him to stop

Elodie's face paled.

doctor Grandma brought in would be the real deal. It wasn't hard to guess Grandma's motive-to see if there

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