How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 652

Elodie's heart lurched violently in her chest.

For a split second, her face seemed to freeze, as if something inside her was screaming for attention. Unconsciously, she clenched her fists. "Alright... I'll keep an eye on it for now," she murmured.

She didn't even bother to ask any more questions.

Partly because she hadn't taken her medication in the last few hours, and partly because... well, there really had been something between her and Jarrod.

The sudden possibility of pregnancy caught her completely off guard, leaving her feeling almost dazed.

"What's wrong?" Jarrod appeared beside her, receipt in hand. It had taken him a while to track her down. He glanced at the doctor before lowering himself to study her face with concern. "Are you still not feeling well?"

Elodie offered no response. She didn't want the doctor revealing anything, either. Without a word, she turned and walked out.

Jarrod watched her retreating figure, a flicker of unease passing through him. But Elodie clearly had no intention of talking, so he had no choice but to follow. There was no rush to return to Eldermere tonight.

Alexander, worried about Elodie's state, had decided to stay as well and planned to drive back with her the following day.

Downstairs, Alexander was finishing a phone call. He turned as he heard their footsteps.

After hanging up, he looked at Jarrod. "No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Silverstein. Elodie will ride with me."

Jarrod's eyes flicked to Elodie's face.

But her thoughts were a tangled mess. She didn't even glance at Jarrod, just climbed straight into Alexander's car. She needed space-time to think.

Unaware of what had happened between her and Jarrod, Alexander remained politely distant, treating Jarrod as an outsider. He gave a curt nod and said nothing more, ushering Elodie away.

on the curb, watching their car vanish into the night, a simmering frustration burning in

whole situation had landed like a

registered anything on the drive, her mind a swirl of worry, right up

handed her the keycard before asking quietly,

herself, shaking her head quickly. "Not really.

seemed to reassure Alexander a

hesitate to call me if you need anything, alright?

it easy tonight, get some

hugged her arms to herself and forced a

nothing of what

inside her room, she closed the door behind her and ran a hand through her hair, trying to steady herself. Her thoughts

her stomach, doubt creeping into her

phone, searching

she had cancer. Was getting

there was still a chance-not a big one, but not impossible

reeling, a storm of emotions she couldn't quite name swirling inside her as she stared

until her shoulders and neck

here guessing wouldn't help. She decided

as she got back to

to mention it.

tried to push the thoughts from her

came a knock at the

"It's me." Jarrod's voice.

stared at the door for a long moment, but

simply wasn't ready to face him—not while her mind kept spinning with the possibility of