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?"

eyes calm

staying the night or not. The two of them, once husband and wife, didn't even have each other's

Elodie replied with a gentle smile, but her tone was

said nothing more. While Elodie inspected the flowers, she slipped out of the sunroom and called Jarrod herself. She didn't mention Elodie-just said she had a

grandmother returned to chat with Elodie, she looked concerned. "Have you eaten yet? Let me ask the housekeeper to fix you

frame with worry. Elodie was tall, but she looked almost fragile these days. It tugged

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

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

could answer, the sound of

women glanced toward the

ear, and spotted Elodie's car parked nearby. He didn't even blink, just continued his conversation with Maurice. "Yeah, I've arranged

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 asked, "Grandma, where did you put those books I

in your old bedroom. Do you

someone to

She recognized those books-they were rare, highly technical volumes on aviation,

Jarrod wanted with those books, but turned back to Elodie. “You should stay tonight, sweetheart. I'll have the

I just stopped by to get the flowers. I still have work tonight, so