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.

her bag

deep in conversation, his voice tense,

body. Gritting her teeth, she reached out and grabbed at Jarrod's

call, spinning around to snatch his coat from the couch. His movements were abrupt and rushed. As he

He was already striding toward the door.

door opened

swayed a little from the force of being pushed aside. She looked

gone, already out of

hadn't even looked

unreadable. She dropped her gaze, curling into herself on the sofa, trying to make her body as small as possible-anything

before it eased enough for

trembling hands, shoved a handful of painkillers and her

all, Elodie felt nothing-no anger, no resentment. She just accepted

to the sofa, not sparing a thought

worked quickly. The pain

with cold water, steadied herself, and picked

typed out one last message

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