How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 321

Elodie had gone without makeup today. After being rushed to the hospital the night before, there was no hiding the exhaustion etched across her face.

"I'm fine now, really," she said politely.

Elias poured water for everyone before asking, "Did you have any tests done?"

Esmeralda answered for her. "She went to the ER yesterday. They said it was acute abdominal pain."

Elias's brow furrowed, thoughtful. Years of medical experience had made him sensitive to details others missed, and Elodie's gauntness struck him as more troubling than a single episode might explain.

He didn't press her. Instead, he called Dr. Latham over so they could discuss Emile's treatment plan with Elodie. She trusted them-Elias was a renowned oncologist, the sort even other specialists consulted.

Once they'd settled everything, Elodie excused herself, not wanting to take up more of their time.

Elias walked her and Esmeralda to the door. His expression was as composed as ever, revealing nothing, but his words were careful and sincere. "Ms. Thorne, you really don't look well. I'd recommend a comprehensive checkup, just to be safe.”

the last time Elodie had helped him—not out of selflessness, perhaps, but their interests had aligned, and

surprised but managed a smile. "Thank you. I

as Elodie and Esmeralda left,

noticed. "What's on your mind? Are you

back to the present, running a long finger across his brow, as if to wipe away the concern. "I just hope I'm

never had an episode bad enough to end up in

she was idle. Even at home, she carved out three hours each day for concept design and requirements analysis on the department of defense project.

others, making sure every detail was covered, every

her. Elodie understood immediately- Jarrod must have told her grandmother he'd been visiting every day. In truth, they hadn't seen each other since the hospital, and he didn't even

had grown used to these little check-ins;

cured, she'd endure the year-long agreement. If not... well, at least things

message popped

you've been sick. Feeling any better

he'd heard the news. What was odd was that he reached out at all; they'd