How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Jarrod's chest rose and fell, his narrow eyes tinged red. "Alright. Tell me everything."

Elias glanced at the specialists nearby-experts Jarrod had flown in from abroad, always on call for Elodie.

One of them spoke up. "Mr. Silverstein, your wife's previous miscarriage surgery resulted in secondary trauma. Her situation is far more complicated than an ordinary case of uterine cancer. If you insist on preserving the uterus, we do have the skill to safely remove the tumor. But I must be honest-the risk of recurrence would be extremely high, and the chance of metastasis would increase as well."

The answer was clear as day.

Jarrod's throat felt parched as he looked at Elodie's sleeping, fragile face. He knew the truth. But the only thing he didn't know was Elodie's own wishes. After all, it was her body.

But right now, it seemed the decision had fallen to him.

"Take it out."

Lucinda, silent until now, finally spoke. She looked at Elodie-weak, unresponsive, so unlike the gentle young woman she used to know.

She understood all too well what the doctors meant. If they didn't remove the uterus, and the cancer came back, Elodie would suffer all over again. Metastasis to multiple organs was possible then, and no amount of surgery could guarantee a cure. Other organs weren't as easily removed as the uterus.

As for children...

She glanced at Jarrod. "If you're sure about what you want, if you can handle the consequences and shoulder the responsibilities, I won't interfere."

thought it through, her opinion

stance made Jarrod pause, sensing something different in her. He turned to Elias. "When can you schedule the

tomorrow morning," Elias

with trembling fingers, taking Elodie's hand in his. His throat

smallest chance. He couldn't accept the thought of Elodie living with a ticking time bomb,

survival to be

gathered the team and

quietly left

of decision

As for

herself

she could. Whatever happened next was up to them;

had to take responsibility for

The room fell silent.

holding her hand, ignoring the sharp pain from his

about what

keep. First and foremost.inet

just my

is more important than

"Elodie."