How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 220

The old woman's face lit up with delight when she saw Elodie return. She hurried over and took Elodie's hand. "Why are you back so late, dear? Just finished

work?"

She'd called earlier in the day and thought Elodie wouldn't be able to visit again for quite some time.

Elodie replied gently, her tone always softer with her grandmother. "Yes, I just left the office. Did Jarrod drop off some gardenias today? I want to take them to work with me."

Her grandmother paused, a little surprised. "Oh, yes, that's right. He said they're your favorite, and since your old apartment is being renovated, there's no way they'd survive there now."

"That's why I'll bring them to the office for a while-easier to take care of them that way," Elodie explained smoothly.

Her grandmother nodded, then tugged her toward the sunroom by the front door. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's have a look."

Inside, Elodie found several gardenia plants, recently transplanted. She hadn't had time to care for them these past two months, but they looked healthy and green, tiny buds already peeking through. She felt an unexpected wave of relief.

Her grandmother checked the time and, her mind turning over, said, "Sweetheart, why don't you call Jarrod and ask him to come home too?"

hesitated, her eyes

once husband and

time," Elodie replied with a gentle smile, but her tone was

of the sunroom and called Jarrod herself. She didn't mention Elodie-just said she had a headache and asked

her grandmother returned to chat with Elodie, she looked concerned. "Have

but she looked almost

the time. "I'm fine, Grandma, really. I'm not hungry. I'll just get the flowers back to the office

half past nine! Why go to all that trouble now? Just

the sound of a car horn

glanced

car parked nearby. He didn't even blink, just continued his conversation with

standing across the hall. His gaze lingered for a heartbeat before turning to his grandmother, who was beaming with barely disguised satisfaction. Clearly, she'd tricked him into coming home, but he didn't care about such little things and simply

more. "They're in your old bedroom. Do you need them now?" Jarrod

someone

without meaning to. She recognized those books-they were rare, highly technical volumes on aviation, nearly impossible to find.

to Elodie. “You should stay tonight,

voice gentle but resolute. "No, Grandma. I just stopped by to get