How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 218

Chapter 218

Grandma didn't catch any hint of emotion in Elodie's voice; she sounded as calm as ever.

With her usual concern, Grandma asked, "I was hoping you and Jarrod would come home for a while. Is the new place all settled in? Do you need me to arrange someone to come help out?"

Jarrod owned more than a few properties, and they always just picked whichever suited them at the moment. If needed, Grandma could easily send someone over to help tidy things up.

But with both of them so busy, it was no surprise the kitchen rarely saw any real

use.

Elodie answered gently, "No need, Grandma. We've got everything under control."

"That's good, then," Grandma replied, but she couldn't help asking, "But why the sudden urge to completely remodel the place?"

It wasn't like they weren't living there comfortably before. Besides, it had only been three years since the last renovation.

She remembered clearly how much effort Elodie had put into that house back then.

"I guess I just wanted to clear out the things I never really liked

wasn't just the

years that never truly felt like

if she'd never really existed

to settle down and build a real life with Jarrod. The idea cheered her up instantly. “That's the spirit. You two do what you

know, Grandma. Please take care of yourself too,"

she'd circled on the calendar. Her marker tapped lightly against

the

vase. Sometimes she'd visit half a dozen stores just to find something that truly felt right,

her life growing up with the Harcourt family, where even her own father made her feel like

it was that lack of belonging as a child that made her so desperate to protect and nurture her marriage

gradually been

her pen

days left-just twelve more days, and the

over.

her computer, focusing on the next phase of

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