How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 318

Jarrod regarded Elodie with a calm, almost indifferent gaze.

Even with a touch of makeup, she still looked pale-there was a distinct weariness about her that makeup couldn't quite cover.

His brow furrowed slightly, but he stood up anyway.

Alexander knew Elodie didn't want to be surrounded by people she wasn't close with. Even though he was worried about her, he kept a polite smile and turned to the others. "Thanks for coming, everyone. I'll stay with Elodie. I'll treat you all to dinner soon, to show my appreciation."

He couldn't have been clearer in asking them to leave.

Naylor, ever the gentleman, nodded and glanced at Elodie. "Alright. If you need anything, Mr. Sterling, just let me know."

He agreed it was time for them to go there was no point in crowding around, making Elodie more uncomfortable with all the checks and attention.

Jarrod simply murmured his agreement and headed out without so much as another glance at Elodie, showing neither special concern nor hesitation.

Sylvie watched his retreating figure and finally let out a small, knowing smile. She'd been overthinking earlier. Jarrod had only stepped in to help out of basic decency, nothing more.

She followed him out.

took one last look at Elodie. She'd already closed her eyes, so he didn't bother with further pleasantries, just offered a simple, "Hope you feel better soon." When the three of them were finally

"It's nothing, just a bruise. Doesn't really hurt," she managed, still unsure how to

insist she focus on getting treatment instead of

didn't want everyone panicking and worrying about her -especially not now, with her uncle about to go in for surgery. Her

bit steadier, Elodie said, "Could you

question it. He just nodded and went out

checked the time. As expected, the doctor

in places, and there's bruising, but no internal bleeding. Have you

he'd probably order more tests before

matter-of-factly, "I have

stunned the doctor into

bruised from the impact. Please treat that for now," she

cancer-that was a different

his professional demeanor, though his tone was more serious. "You'll need to

forcing herself upright despite her weakness, went to arrange the

at the clock. "Alex, you should head home. My grandma's on her way. She'll

it would be awkward for him to stay, given the circumstances. “I can

head. "It's fine. The doctor said it's just a stomachache and I'll be fine after some fluids. Don't

give him a chance and ushered