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.

watch. "I have another surgery scheduled. If Elodie

disposed of the syringe

had

dangerous for a pregnant

was out, he'd need to

exam room, but the hospital had been notified and it was

you," Esmeralda replied, her feelings mixed and

planned to operate today.

Elias hurried off.

Jarrod, silent and unmoving across

features were shadowed, a

eyes. Even

broken

she could sense

and stifled he was

Elodie had clearly

on

stretched thin

should have taken no more than half an

sat perfectly still, lost in

finally over, nearly ninety minutes

stepped into the hallway, Jarrod snapped out of his trance, immediately rising to his

doctors' eyes

spoke first. "Everything went

eyes as he stared at Elodie, who was being wheeled out behind

at her still-unconscious