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.

Jarrod arrived, Sylvie had already been working almost nonstop for two

She looked exhausted.

the time and said gently, "Go home and get some

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

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

and she smiled brightly.

settled behind his desk, eyes scanning a detailed

and helped open

shook from low blood sugar, and a splash of soup, along with a wilted vegetable leaf, landed right

off, but only

noticed and said to Keith, "Get

crisp white

man's shirt? Where did you get

clearly wasn't thrilled about wearing just

one of Mr. Silverstein's. I figured your blouse was all sticky and uncomfortable, so I

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

a man's dress shirt meant something more; between a man and a woman, it always

Jarrod's, I don't mind—I'll wear

could take it, Jarrod

recall keeping any

before answering, "...From the spare cabinet in your

was

was filled with gifts Elodie had carefully chosen and sent over the years-shirts, ties, cufflinks, all neatly

looked at them. If Ms. Fielding used one and

as he stood and took the shirt from Keith's