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.

vanish into the night,

whole situation had landed like a grenade right on

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

the keycard before

quickly. "Not

reassure Alexander a

call me if you

it

her arms to herself and

of what

room, she closed the door behind her and ran a hand through her hair, trying to steady

thinking, she touched her stomach, doubt creeping into her

her phone, searching online

she had cancer. Was

was still a chance-not

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

that way until her shoulders

here guessing wouldn't help. She decided she'd schedule

she got back to London

She'd decided not to

to push the thoughts from

came a knock at the

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

door for a long moment, but in the end,

wasn't ready to face him—not while her mind