How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 260

Jarrod lounged against the plush pillows, looking thoroughly unruffled despite the stern, angry glare from his grandmother. His voice was calm, almost detached. "Grandma, your blood pressure's already high. Maybe you should take a breath and calm down."

She frowned immediately, cutting him off. "Don't change the subject. I want a straight answer from you."

Her lips trembled, as if even saying it out loud was difficult. "That Miss Fielding... is there something going on between you two?"

Jarrod lifted his gaze, his face a little pale—probably from blood loss. Even his lips had lost their usual color. But he made no effort to explain, just watched her quietly.

The old woman suddenly felt dizzy, her head swimming for a moment. She paced twice, then drew in a deep breath. "I don't care if there's anything between you and her. If Elodie's bothered by Miss Fielding's presence and you won't deal with it, I will."

Only then did Jarrod speak, unhurried and measured. "Elodie's not bothered by it."

His grandmother stared, at a loss for words.

pushing himself a little more upright. "Grandma, this is between

"Jarrod, I just hope you're not the kind of man who forgets what he owes. Elodie is gentle- anyone else might take advantage of

about her so

end, whatever came between them, it was something they'd have to work through

asked at last, her concern

gave a careless

grandmother assumed Elodie had just stepped out for a moment and would be back soon to sit

to get something,"

the old woman for now. She realized she didn't understand their marriage

for over half an hour, she finally let Jarrod convince her to

faded. He frowned, glancing at his right arm. The anesthesia had worn off, and a deep, persistent pain now throbbed through his arm and hand, where