How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 317

This was the first time Elodie had ever heard him speak so sharply.

Even though his face remained impassive-he wasn't being sarcastic, not even remotely cruel-his words still stung.

Jarrod didn't bother arguing with her. He simply turned, walked out, and left her to the doctors, giving them space to work.

Elodie had no intention of sparring with Jarrod, either. Now that the pain was gradually easing, she pressed her lips together, her face still pale, and looked at the physician. "I know what's wrong with me. There's no need for a full workup.” She'd just taken an unexpected hit to an already swollen area. The sudden blow had triggered a sharp, familiar pain.

But the doctor was firm. "Your case seems unusual. We need to rule out internal bleeding."

Elodie closed her eyes for a moment. She knew perfectly well it was her uterine cancer acting up again—the pain had become a constant companion, and the impact had simply made things worse. Still, there was no sense in resisting now. A checkup was the safest option.

"All right. Please, if there's any news, speak to me directly. The man outside... he's not family. You don't need to involve him." Her voice was weak, but she made herself clear.

further. He ordered

a busy night in the ER, so

saying a word, but keeping a watchful eye

Alexander arrived, breathless and anxious. One look at Elodie's ashen face, and

a small smile, trying to reassure him through her discomfort. "It's fine, really.

long, Naylor and Sylvie showed

putting on a pleasant face for either

weren't here out of genuine concern for her just following social

was cold. She glanced at Elodie lying in the bed, then, without a word, moved to stand beside Jarrod. "Jarrod, did the doctor say what's going

his face as unreadable as ever. "We're still

what to make of Elodie's condition. It was just a bump, wasn't it? Did that really warrant

him more was Jarrod how he'd been the one to rush Elodie to the hospital, and how quickly

if he wanted to