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.

trapped, with no graceful

her illness was discovered, she dreaded to think what

at Jarrod, who looked for all

He met her gaze.

unchanged, cool as

hand closed around her wrist. A gentle tug, and she stumbled

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

reply, he led

old woman watched them

thoughtfully, a knowing

well, you might

up

the upstairs hallway, Elodie's

suffocating tension

settling onto the sofa with his laptop, Elodie couldn't

Was he...helping her?

But why?

anything about her

Dr. MacLeod didn't detect her cancer, he'd surely notice old injuries— damage that would make having children

anything

pressed her lips together. "Alright.

her eyes, voice flat. "It's just to

then did Elodie realize

wasn't actually trying