How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 174

Elodie sat in silence for a while, her thoughts drifting.

No wonder Jarrod had rushed off in such a hurry.

So, he'd left because he was worried Sylvie hadn't eaten and might wear herself out.

She simply replied, "Alright."

It turned out skipping meals wasn't just a threat mothers wielded-it was something lovers worried over, too.

After texting Alexander back, Elodie collapsed weakly onto the couch, not even having the strength to make it to her bedroom.

No matter how often it happened, she could never get used to this pain.

This time, it was especially brutal.

She almost couldn't help but want to call Jarrod for help.

But, in a way, it was a relief that Sylvie's crisis had distracted him; he was too preoccupied to notice how she felt like she was dying.

Of course, Elodie didn't fool herself into thinking that, even if Jarrod did notice something was wrong, he'd choose to stay by her side.

She was just grateful that her illness was still a secret.

Once her uncle's health finally turned a corner, she'd be free to confess everything.

Silverstein & Co.

Sylvie had already been working

She looked exhausted.

checked the time and said gently, "Go home and get some rest.

this, Jarrod. I need to see it through —can't

speaking up, "Ms. Fielding, Mr. Silverstein's just concerned about you. Here, I brought you some soup.

smiled brightly. "Jarrod, I made you

settled behind his desk, eyes scanning a detailed

forward and helped open the takeout

Sylvie reached for the spoon, her hands shook from low blood sugar, and a splash of soup, along with a wilted vegetable

off, but only

said to Keith, "Get her a change of

and quickly returned, holding a crisp

"Isn't this a man's shirt? Where did

about wearing

Mr. Silverstein's. I figured your blouse was all sticky and uncomfortable, so I grabbed this for you to wear while I go out

it belonged to Jarrod, Sylvie's expression softened— surprised and even

a man's dress shirt meant something more; between a man and a

mind—I'll wear it," she said, reaching

take it, Jarrod looked up. "Where did

recall keeping any

the spare cabinet in your

was hardly used for

carefully chosen and sent over the

had just grabbed something from there, figuring Mr. Silverstein never wore or even looked at them. If Ms. Fielding used one

as he stood and took the shirt from Keith's hands. "Don't