How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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.

"He disappears the moment he finishes. Elodie,

words gave her one—at least for now.

No answer.

pushed it open and stepped inside, just as Jarrod walked

just showered; his dark hair was still damp, and he wore casual loungewear that emphasized his broad shoulders and trim

of unwelcome thoughts flashing

shown him a racy photo of

still chatting—if

timing made his

suddenly came over, his gaze sharp

of his loose black pants

calm, indifferent look

Jarrod brushed past

only to find an elderly man with snow-white hair had joined them in the living room. He wore

I invited him to stop by and give you both a check-up, just to

Elodie's face paled.

knew any doctor Grandma brought in would be the real deal. It wasn't hard to guess Grandma's motive-to see if there was any physical reason she