How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 98

Jarrod withdrew his hand with a faint, indifferent gesture and glanced at the old woman. "Are you satisfied now?"

Relief softened the lines on her face, but she still beckoned a servant, who soon brought over a bowl of medicine. "Drink this tonic, dear. It's good for your health."

Seeing how insistent she was, Jarrod didn't bother to argue. He didn't even ask what was in the cup-just picked it up and downed it in one gulp.

A smile broke across the old woman's face, genuine and pleased. She turned to where Elodie stood, lost in thought. "Elodie? Come here, sweetheart. Let Dr. MacLeod take a look at you. He'll help you feel better."

Jarrod's gaze drifted over as well, slow and unreadable.

Elodie's fingers tightened into her palm.

A lump caught in her throat. "I..."

She couldn't let this happen.

A truly skilled physician could spot any number of hidden ailments. Dr. MacLeod had been treating the old woman for years and was known as one of the best in the country. If she was examined, her secret would surely be exposed.

"What is it, Elodie?" The old woman stepped closer, concern etching her features.

Elodie's lips had gone pale. "Grandma, I'm really fine. There's no need to trouble anyone."

"You've lost weight, darling. I've always worried you weren't taking care of yourself. It's nothing, just a quick check-up. If he prescribes some tonic, it'll only help." The old woman took her gently by the arm, guiding her toward Dr. MacLeod.

Elodie's palms grew slick with cold sweat.

with no

she dreaded to think

help glancing over at Jarrod, who looked for

He met her gaze.

was unchanged,

racing with panic, a hand closed around her wrist. A gentle tug, and she stumbled

Jarrod's face was as impassive as ever as he spoke, his tone calm but resolute. "Grandma, young people are plenty healthy. Really, there's no

a reply, he led Elodie

watched them

stroked his beard thoughtfully, a knowing smile playing

well, you might have

up with delight. "Wouldn't

upstairs hallway, Elodie's heart was

least the suffocating tension

soon as they entered the room and Jarrod released her, settling onto the sofa with his laptop,

Was he...helping her?

But why?

about

MacLeod didn't detect her cancer, he'd surely notice old injuries— damage that would make having children difficult. And the cause of those injuries would be impossible

Jarrod looked up. "If Grandma tries anything like

her lips together. "Alright.

her eyes, voice flat.

then did Elodie realize

trying