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.

all the details, every grim prognosis and risk. It was more than

future. He hadn't earned her forgiveness yet, hadn't given her the life she deserved. There was still so much time ahead; he wouldn't let her face

she could see the anguish and regret in his

exhaled slowly. "Dr. Warwick is great. We've already discussed my treatment plan. He's

his throat. He understood how hard it was for any woman to make that decision. Telling her that he didn't care about having children wouldn't

he cared about

"Cancer?" he echoed.

"What cancer?"

door

his face ashen, clearly having heard everything. He looked like he didn't want to believe

Hotel earlier, Ivan had followed, uneasy, and spent ages

hadn't expected to

that supposed to mean? What are you

doesn't belong, maybe you should go home and keep an eye on your wife.

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

his eyes brimming with emotion. Elodie's injury, the trouble

on the shocking news that Elodie's name and cancer

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