How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 217

Freya nodded at just the right moment.

Elodie glanced at her, hesitated, then finally agreed. "...Thank you. I owe you one."

After all, she had nothing to do with Joseph-unless it was absolutely necessary, she didn't want to owe anyone favors.

Joseph could sense Elodie's distance. He paused, but still nodded. "Alright. I'll let you know when it's set."

Elodie found an excuse to slip away.

Freya watched her go.

Then she turned to Joseph. "Hey, is Elodie's husband really that awful? She's sick and he doesn't even care or stay with her. I'll never end up with a guy like that.” Joseph was at a loss for words.

"In the future, don't say things like that to other people, okay?"

Freya pouted. "Why not?"

"They're divorced."

widened in surprise. Once she processed it, she perked up. "Really? Then, Joseph,

direction

discuss her test results with her doctor. Thankfully, things were still within

much improvement, as long as things weren't

a new targeted medication, she

afternoon, Elodie saw a

rarely called during work hours, which made Elodie think something must

"Grandma?"

voice was warm and gentle. "Sweetheart, are you

"Not at

grandmother continued, "Did you and Jarrod get settled in your place? If not, why don't you just

hesitated, puzzled.

an interior designer?" Her grandmother sounded cheerful. "Jarrod told me you both decided to completely renovate your home. He already had people

house was completely gutted— walls knocked down, rooms torn apart.

for a moment before it

a ruin now. Even if they finish the renovations, it'll take months. I figured you two might as well come stay at the family

her grandmother