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.

had already been working almost nonstop for two

She looked exhausted.

the time and said gently, "Go home and get some rest. There's no

trusted me with this, Jarrod. I need to see it through —can't let you or everyone else working overtime

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

she smiled brightly. "Jarrod, I made you

just nodded and settled behind his desk,

and helped

and a splash of soup,

off, but only made

to Keith, "Get

quickly returned, holding a crisp white men's

this a man's shirt? Where did

wasn't thrilled about wearing just

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

Jarrod, Sylvie's expression softened— surprised and

more; between a man

mind—I'll

before she could take it, Jarrod looked up.

didn't recall keeping any

before answering, "...From the spare

was hardly used for

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

had just grabbed something from there, figuring Mr. Silverstein never wore or even looked at them. If Ms. Fielding used one and tossed it afterward, it wouldn't

expression didn't change as he stood and took the shirt from Keith's hands. "Don't wear this. Go buy