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

once husband and wife, didn't even have each other's phone numbers

phone's dead, Grandma. Maybe next time," Elodie replied with

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

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

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

fine, Grandma, really. I'm not hungry. I'll just get

to all that trouble now? Just stay the night and

could answer, the sound of a car horn drifted

glanced

out of his car, phone pressed to his ear, and spotted Elodie's car parked nearby. He didn't even blink, just continued his conversation with Maurice. "Yeah, I've arranged for a

and immediately spotted Elodie standing across the hall. His gaze lingered for a heartbeat before turning to his grandmother, who was beaming with barely disguised satisfaction.

even more. "They're in your old bedroom. Do

sent someone

to. She recognized those books-they were rare, highly technical volumes on aviation, nearly impossible to find. She knew

those books, but turned back to Elodie. “You should

her head, her voice gentle but resolute. "No, Grandma. I just stopped by to get the flowers. I still have work tonight, so