How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 99

Elodie watched the old woman's warm, bustling manner with a flicker of unease. "He... already left," she said.

She wasn't entirely sure when Jarrod had gone the night before.

Judging by the bed, she was certain he hadn't slept there.

The old woman's expression changed at once. "Left? But it's only seven-thirty! I got up at six and never saw him leave."

Sensing something off, Elodie tried to soothe her. "Are you alright, Grandma?"

The elderly woman glanced at Elodie's curious face, then let out a heavy sigh. "What I gave him yesterday wasn't a tonic-it was... something to stir up his desires."

Traditional medicine was a vast, mysterious thing.

She'd gone to special lengths, asking Dr. MacLeod to prepare just the right prescription.

Clearly, it hadn't been put to use at all.

Elodie certainly didn't look like a woman who'd spent a passionate night with her husband.

Elodie's face tightened, and she pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

sounded a little

for when he'd

the kitchen not to bother with breakfast for my brother," came a sleepy voice from the stairs. Octavia descended, stifling a yawn, and shot Elodie a knowing look as she passed. "He

Someone else...

to

lowered her eyes, hiding her

last night to

medicine had sparked his urges, it would never have been for her. Besides, after the sultry photos and then the added effect of the

breath, "Running off first thing in the morning! Just what out there keeps

trouble-how had she

didn't offer

Jarrod had actually left the

in upsetting the

As for the medicine...

smile played

become the wife so thoroughly ignored

her only hope was to rely on 'medicine' to arouse his

end, Grandma's efforts had only served to spice up Jarrod and Sylvie's night

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events, so Elodie