How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 593

Jarrod trailed after her at a leisurely pace, watching as she darted through the crowded corridors, clearly in her element.

Elodie found a doctor to examine Jarrod's injuries.

"Doesn't look like there's any major bone damage," the doctor said after a quick assessment, "but you've got a dislocated joint and some soft tissue trauma. We'll need to take care of that. Please take off your shirt."

After glancing at the dislocation site, the doctor couldn't help but think how much pain Jarrod must have been enduring he certainly had a high pain threshold.

Jarrod didn't hesitate. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped his arm out of the sleeve. Elodie frowned as she looked at his arm-the joint was clearly out of place, and the sight alone made her wince.

The cut on his arm wasn't deep, but it looked painful all the same.

Then she noticed a scar on his arm.

It ran nearly six inches long.

His skin was pale, so the scar wasn't very dark, but on his muscular arm, it stood

out.

That was from the last time-when he saved her at the Warwick estate.

She was surprised. With all the medical resources at his disposal, he hadn't bothered to get the scar treated or removed.

was, hurt

almost made her

up the wound, then gave a few instructions. "Don't get the wound wet. Change the bandage every day

slightly with discomfort as he

averted her gaze from

she asked,

his phone. "He's probably still wrapping things up. I'll need to stop by

"What about Keith?"

out of

one was

her lips together in silence. She glanced at his arm, thinking again of that old scar, then took out her car

trying to argue

got in the car, Elodie asked, "Where are you staying

gave her a sideways look. "Need me to give

Of course she didn't.

still

not

straight to

his car and opened

turned to her. "Could you

was partly her fault, so she didn't say anything and retrieved the laptop. By the time she got out,

to open the door. She

but this place no longer belonged to her-it