How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 775

It would be hard to find another opening like this in the future.

But...

Standing outside the hospital room, Watts' expression was still tinged with gloom. He despised how Elodie kept ruining his plans, over and over again. He was hardly a patient or kind man by nature, and being bested multiple times by the same woman was enough to breed resentment.

Yet, as he reached the hospital door, he paused abruptly, frowning at the odd turn of his own thoughts. Even so, he pushed the door open.

The room was empty except for Elodie, giving him free rein to approach.

He walked over to the bed.

Watts stared down at Elodie's sleeping face with a gaze bordering on icy. Standing at the bedside, he couldn't help but think of all the ways she'd

sabotaged him recently-Patricia Aldridge's forced downfall, among others. When he traced it back, Elodie was always at the root.

reason to hate

her lying there, fragile and breakable, something twisted inside

on her neck. In that instant, he raised his hand, fingers almost

skin, he jerked back, lips pressed in a tight line, his expression conflicted. His hand drifted up,

away, as if waking from a trance. For a split second, a strange emotion flickered through

He felt ridiculous.

complex look before turning sharply and

across the hall. As they passed each other, Jarrod's eyes

hastened to catch up behind

sleeping peacefully, and only then did he allow himself to breathe again. Watts' type-cheerful on

Octavia burst out, stomping her foot as she

to be recovering from serious

the bed, not even glancing her way.

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