How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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.

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

the house she wanted

those three years-three years

really existed there at

that Elodie was talking about wanting to settle down and build a real life with Jarrod. The idea cheered her up instantly. “That's

know, Grandma. Please take care of yourself

she sat quietly, staring at the date she'd circled

to the

right tablecloth, the perfect vase. Sometimes she'd visit half a dozen stores just

was nothing like her life growing up with the Harcourt family, where even her own father made her

belonging as a child that made her so desperate to protect

those hopes from years ago had gradually been smothered by a

set her pen

and the waiting period would

over.

it. She quickly turned to her computer, focusing on the next phase of the project that needed her