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.

arrived, Sylvie had already been working almost nonstop for two

She looked exhausted.

time and said gently, "Go home and get

Jarrod. I need to

glanced at Jarrod before speaking up, "Ms. Fielding, Mr. Silverstein's just concerned about you.

and she smiled brightly. "Jarrod, I made you worry

his desk, eyes scanning a detailed

and helped

sugar, and a splash

it off, but only made the

noticed and said to Keith, "Get her

a crisp white men's dress shirt, tags

a man's shirt? Where

wearing just anything that

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

heard it belonged to Jarrod, Sylvie's expression

meant something more; between

don't mind—I'll wear

Jarrod looked up.

didn't recall keeping any

answering, "...From the

cabinet was hardly used for

had carefully chosen and sent over the years-shirts, ties, cufflinks, all

even looked at them. If Ms. Fielding used

as he stood and took the shirt