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

She looked exhausted.

the time and said gently, "Go home and get

trusted me with this, 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 should eat

lifted at that, and she smiled brightly. "Jarrod,

his desk, eyes scanning

stepped forward and helped open

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

to wipe it off, but only

said to Keith, "Get her

a crisp white men's dress shirt, tags still

man's shirt? Where did

wasn't thrilled about wearing just anything

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

moment she heard it belonged to Jarrod, Sylvie's expression softened— surprised and even a

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

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

could take it, Jarrod

keeping any

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

"spare" cabinet was hardly used

sent over the years-shirts, ties, cufflinks, all neatly

even looked at them. If

shirt from Keith's hands. "Don't wear this. Go buy her