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 calm and

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

phone's dead, Grandma. Maybe next time," Elodie replied with a gentle smile, but

Elodie inspected the flowers, she slipped out of the sunroom and called Jarrod herself. She

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

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

I'm not hungry. I'll just get the flowers

to all that trouble now? Just stay

sound of a

glanced toward the

didn't even blink, just continued his conversation with Maurice. "Yeah, I've arranged for a new designer. We'll get

spotted Elodie 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

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

immediately sent someone

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

wanted with those books, but turned back to Elodie. “You should stay tonight, sweetheart. I'll have the cook make you some nourishing

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