How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 682

Elias could see the bitter self-mockery and weariness in Jarrod's expression. For a man like him to look that defeated-it spoke volumes.

Jarrod's Adam's apple bobbed as he clenched his fists, head bowed, his whole body seeming to buckle under exhaustion and the force of what had happened. Every breath he drew felt like glass stabbing his chest.

He lowered his eyes, lips twisting into a silent, self-deprecating smile.

There was a dull, hopeless ache in his gaze, as if the last spark had been snuffed

out.

He didn't say a word.

A suffocating aura radiated from him, so cold and sharp it made the air hard to breathe.

But Esmeralda's mind was racing.

She didn't bother explaining anything to Jarrod. Instead, she walked straight up to

Elias. Jarrod was lost in his own world by then, oblivious to everyone and everything around him.

"Dr. Warwick, could I ask you for a favor..." She met Elias's eyes, her meaning unmistakable.

Elias understood immediately.

Esmeralda didn't want him involved in Elodie's affairs-didn't want him telling Jarrod anything about her condition.

He nodded slightly.

After all, this was Elodie's business. He had no intention of interfering in someone else's private matters.

"I have another surgery scheduled. If

of the syringe

had been

extremely dangerous for a

out, he'd

exam room, but the hospital had been notified and it was now in their hands. All that remained was to wait for

you," Esmeralda replied, her

planned to operate today. None

Elias hurried off.

Jarrod, silent and unmoving across the

were shadowed, a

his eyes.

broken

could

and stifled he was

happened with Elodie

surgery dragged on far longer

nerves were stretched thin

this should have taken

the other hand, sat perfectly still,

it was finally over, nearly ninety minutes had

masks. The moment they stepped into the hallway, Jarrod snapped out of his trance, immediately rising to his fee

eyes found

spoke first.

respond, red veins threading his eyes as he stared at

forward on heavy legs, looking down at her still-unconscious face, unable to name