How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 221

The old woman glanced between the two of them, then strode over and gave Jarrod Silverstein a sharp smack on the arm. "You stubborn boy, why aren't you even talking to Elodie? When are you going to fix that attitude of yours?"

She'd noticed, of course-ever since Jarrod walked in the door, his attention had been glued to a pile of books, as if they were more interesting than Elodie Thorne ever could be.

Maurice Nilsson, overhearing from the phone, chimed in with a teasing laugh, "He's just afraid if you show Ms. Thorne a little kindness, she'll get ideas and won't want to leave. Women, you know..."

"They're all soft-hearted in the end."

Especially a woman like Elodie, still so deeply in love with Jarrod.

Jarrod ignored Maurice's comment and pretended not to hear, ending the call without a word.

"What are you waiting for? Go drive Elodie to work," the old woman insisted, unwilling to let Elodie walk alone. She grabbed Jarrod by the arm and marched him toward the door.

Elodie had just closed the trunk and spoke calmly, "Grandma, it's all right. Really, there's no need to trouble anyone."

offered a cool half-smile and

pause mid-step for just

Jarrod's

her-she didn't. But every time Jarrod didn't want to do

without sparing Jarrod another glance or word. Instead of heading to the office, she drove home, carrying her flowers inside. She'd tended these flowers for years. Back when she lived with the Harcourt family, Reba Harcourt had always complained about allergies, insisting Elodie give them up, while Malcom Harcourt, ever

night with Jarrod in his apartment, her relationship with Malcom and his daughter had completely unraveled. Things had

who'd arranged for her to have a little balcony

as she pleased. Not that he was ever around to notice or care about

leaves, making sure everything was thriving before she started

the academy held a lot of promise. It would give her a valuable edge for her upcoming

to drive her to the

was with her, clearly there to see her off. Sylvie spotted Alexander, gave him a composed

at the sight of Keith-if Jarrod had sent someone of his rank to