How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 100

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.

voice had sounded a little hoarse

when

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 already had breakfast with

Someone else...

had to

lowered her eyes, hiding

left last

it would never have been for her. Besides, after the sultry photos and then the

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

trouble-how had she ended up

didn't offer any

say that Jarrod had actually

was no point in upsetting the old woman

As for the medicine...

faint, mocking smile played at

become the wife

hope was to rely on 'medicine' to

only served

art gallery opened for its

had little interest in such events, so Elodie brought

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