How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 173

Chapter 173

Jarrod didn't argue.

But Elodie had changed, in some subtle way, and he noticed.

Now, from across the room, he stared at her—watching every flicker of emotion

on her face, searching for what was real.

The silence between them was broken by the shrill ring of his phone.

It was a call from the office.

He reached for it, meaning to answer right away, but hesitated, glancing at Elodie. "Do you mind if I take this?"

It was as if he needed her permission.

Elodie couldn't care less about his tone. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead as a sharp pain twisted through her abdomen-fierce and sudden. She nearly lost control. In the dim light, her lips went even paler, and her breath trembled as she managed a faint nod.

Jarrod turned aside to take the call.

A man's voice came through: "Mr. Silverstein, Ms. Fielding's been adjusting the data all day, but she can't get the tests right. She refuses to leave, hasn't eaten a thing. Honestly, it looks like she won't go home until it's finished..."

Jarrod frowned, just slightly.

drenched in sweat. She barely had the strength to reach her bag for her medication by the door. Summoning the last of her

his voice tense, and didn't hear her at

body. Gritting her teeth,

couch. His movements were abrupt and rushed. As

toward the door. "Something urgent's come up. Get some rest-don't

opened and

from the force of

was gone, already out of

even

her gaze, curling into herself on the sofa, trying to make her

passed before it eased enough

hands, shoved a handful of painkillers and

nothing-no anger, no resentment. She just

back to the sofa, not sparing a thought for

worked quickly.

with cold water, steadied herself, and picked

out one

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