How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 575

Isn't it just because she's hopelessly devoted to her brother, wagging her tail for the tiniest bit of attention?

Elodie stood up. "What about your brother now? Do you think I gave birth to you?" She had no interest in arguing with a teenager and turned to leave.

Octavia stared at her in shock, her face flushing with embarrassment at Elodie's sharp retort. For a moment, it felt like a knife twisted in her chest. She was stunned by Elodie's attitude, unable to name the feeling-anger, maybe. Chin raised, she strode after Elodie. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Is it because I've been hanging around with Sylvie? Elodie, if you want me to call you 'sister-in-law,' just say it."

She reached out to grab Elodie's hand.

But Elodie had no intention of indulging her. She raised her arm and brushed Octavia away.

Octavia's cup tipped in the scuffle, and orange juice splashed across Elodie's blouse, staining her just above the waist.

This time, Elodie's eyes went cold.

The instant Octavia met that icy gaze, a chill ran through her. She froze, momentarily speechless.

Jarrod appeared just then, taking in the scene with a furrowed brow. His gaze swept over Octavia, cold and sharp. "Go change," he said.

Elodie frowned.

Change—where? She hadn't brought any clothes.

read her mind. "Upstairs. Main bedroom. You

distant, making it clear she

the private space he shared with Sylvie? She had no interest in

you need me to

uncomfortably to her skin. She didn't bother to answer, just turned

Elodie left, Jarrod turned to look

his eye, she felt a jolt of fear and

brushed past her, his tone

expression stiffened at

Still, she wasn't the type to wander around after a divorce, poking her nose where it didn't belong. Jafrod said the main bedroom, so she

master bedroom was right where it had always been. She walked over

the door, then stopped short,

eyes scanned the

est

the old vanity table-were exactly she'd left them, arranged the she used to like. The only difference was that her collection of lotions and bottles was gone, leaving the

trace of

frowned, puzzled. She honestly couldn't make sense

master bedroom was frozen in time, a world apart from the rest of the