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

She looked exhausted.

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

Jarrod. I need to see it through —can't let you or everyone else

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

mood lifted at that, and she smiled brightly. "Jarrod, I made

and settled behind his desk, eyes scanning

helped open the takeout

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

wipe it off, but only

and said to Keith, "Get her

a crisp white men's dress shirt,

"Isn't this a man's shirt?

clearly wasn't thrilled about wearing just anything

figured your blouse was all sticky and uncomfortable, so I grabbed this for you to wear while I go

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

more; between a man and a

Jarrod's, I don't mind—I'll wear it," she

take it, Jarrod looked

keeping any clothes

the spare

"spare" cabinet was hardly used for

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

even looked at them. If Ms. Fielding used one and

shirt