How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 683

Chapter 683

Some things, you have to let people handle in their own way.

She wouldn't force her way in.

Esmeralda's words echoed in her mind.

Jarrod remained unresponsive for a long while.

Truth was, he'd been running nonstop the last two days-putting out fires, tidying up loose ends, desperate to make it back sooner. He'd barely closed his eyes.

He thought, at the very least, Elodie would wait for him before making a decision. That she'd respect the fact he was the child's father.

He had rushed, pushed himself to the brink, and still, he was too late.

She hadn't really planned to wait for him.

It was as if she'd never meant to give him a chance at all.

Elodie awoke from the anesthesia quicker than expected.

When she blinked groggily into the sterile light, she felt someone beside her.

Turning her head, she met Jarrod's ashen face. He just sat there, staring at her, expressionless and tight-lipped, as if he'd been keeping vigil by her bedside for hours. She had no idea how long he'd been there, but the air between them was suffocating.

buzz rang in

fragile thread of life she'd sensed inside her-

knew it, even before

child was no

baby, losing it so suddenly, without warning, left a bitter taste at the back of her throat. Yet she couldn't show any sadness. She knew, better than anyone, she had no right to

And so-

met his

between them, silent

as if some invisible blade was slicing

He reached out

sounded human:

asked as if it were any ordinary

had

nails digging into her palm. Her

wait for me?" He didn't look at her, just stared at the

raised his voice, but

events were still unresolved, and she couldn't even

but she was hurt,

eyes reddened in an instant. He looked straight at her. "Do you hate me that much?

her

utter

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