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.

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

voice tense,

body. Gritting her teeth, she

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

notice her condition at all. He was already striding toward the door. "Something

opened

force of being

already out

even

into herself on the sofa, trying to make her body

it eased enough for

trembling hands, shoved a handful of painkillers and her prescription

no resentment. She just accepted it, calm

not sparing a thought for

medicine worked quickly. The

with cold water, steadied herself, and picked

one last

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