How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 723

Jarrod's eyelashes trembled.

It was like a blade spinning in his mind, slicing through his confusion, jolting him awake.

He saw it now-it had been his own rushed, stubborn misinterpretation that made Elodie fall silent back then, not any resentment over his blame. The truth was, he never deserved her honesty.

"Elias told me," he said, lips barely moving. The words tasted bitter, self-mocking, the ache in his chest impossible to ignore.

Elodie didn't look surprised. "Good. Then you probably understand by now."

She knew there were some things she didn't need to say-Jarrod would handle them himself. After all, the child wasn't just hers.

Still, she hadn't expected that when all was said and done, it would feel this easy

to let go.

As for her illness...

"Come overseas with me for treatment. Please?" Jarrod's focus narrowed to just her illness now.

grim prognosis and risk. It

sure she had a healthy, safe future. He hadn't earned her forgiveness yet, hadn't given her the life she deserved. There was

the anguish and regret

slowly. "Dr. Warwick is great. We've already discussed my treatment plan. He's an oncologist-just as good

caught in his throat. He understood how hard it was for any woman to make that

he cared about

"Cancer?" he echoed.

"What cancer?"

the door

ashen, clearly having heard everything. He looked like he didn't

Royal Opulence Hotel earlier, Ivan had followed,

hadn't expected to overhear something

darkened as he glared at Elodie. "What's that supposed to mean? What

sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, maybe you should go home and

had told her. And now, Elodie couldn't look

with emotion. Elodie's injury,

shocking news that Elodie's name

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