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.

Jarrod's voice had sounded a

for when

the stairs. Octavia descended, stifling a yawn, and shot Elodie

Someone else...

to

lowered her eyes, hiding

last

have been for her. Besides, after the sultry photos and then the added effect of the prescription... she could only imagine the fire between

scolded under her breath, "Running off first thing in

all this trouble-how had she ended up with such an

didn't offer any

that Jarrod had actually left the night

in

As for the medicine...

mocking smile

the wife so thoroughly ignored by

hope was to rely

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

Warwick family's art gallery opened for

had little interest in such events, so Elodie

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