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.

sounded a little

for when

breakfast for my brother," came a sleepy voice from the stairs. Octavia descended, stifling a yawn, and shot

Someone else...

had to be

lowered her eyes, hiding her

left last night

never have been for her. Besides, after the sultry photos and then the added effect

thoroughly vexed, muttered and scolded under her breath, "Running off first thing

all this trouble-how had she ended up with

didn't offer any

say that Jarrod

no point in upsetting the old woman

As for the medicine...

faint, mocking smile

become the wife so thoroughly ignored by

hope was to rely on 'medicine' to

had only served

family's art gallery opened for its weekend

little interest in such events, so Elodie brought

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