How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 606

Jarrod glanced down at the displeased old woman beside him and immediately guessed the source of her frustration-it was the recent scandal involving Elodie. Of course, he thought, it was nothing more than concern for Elodie's well-being, the kind only a grandmother could have. But as always, she couldn't help dredging up the past.

He softened his voice, taking on a detached, almost clinical tone. "Grandmother, not everything is black and white. If you think about it, what happened back then wasn't really Elodie's choice. She's always been the kind of person who puts others before herself, sacrificing her own needs. What she needs now is the space to consider her own desires, to think clearly about what she truly wants- and what decisions she wants to make."

Back then, Elodie had been completely alone, with no one to turn to. It was as if she were a product on display, forced to stand there, exposed and vulnerable, silently praying for an outcome that would satisfy everyone but herself.

The Harcourts had placed all their hopes and expectations on her, cornering her until she had nowhere left to turn, no one to rely on.

His grandmother fell silent, clearly unsettled by his words, as if searching for their deeper meaning.

Jarrod merely arched an eyebrow and let out a short, humorless laugh, offering no further explanation. "Excuse me, I'm going to change clothes."

Elodie had meant to sit quietly in the living room for a while, but Cara approached her with a gentle smile. "Ma'am, Mrs. Harcourt says she'd like to have dinner on the rooftop terrace tonight. Would you like to go up early and get some fresh air?"

would wait for him to come home from work, sometimes stretching out on the terrace with a

off guard. Even

on her own, but instead followed Cara slowly up the stairs. As they passed one of the bedrooms, Cara suddenly stopped, as if remembering something important. She turned with an apologetic look. "Ma'am, I was tidying up earlier and accidentally knocked something off

at

had already pushed open

spacious, absent of any obvious "boy" or "girl" themes, but there

yet-no toys, no decorations, just the bare

a nursery.

"I knocked this off while dusting and couldn't get it back on. Last time, I saw Mr. Silverstein assembling it,

She looked genuinely sorry.

had

his privacy-this was clearly part of

let him know," she said lightly,