How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

"Grandma, I'm not joking." Elodie could tell the old woman was truly anxious now.

"Do you remember the child I said I 'lost' before?" she explained gently.

As soon as the words left her lips, the room fell into stunned silence.

After all, that child was a scar on everyone's heart.

Even Jarrod turned to look at her.

Elodie met their eyes, her voice steady. "Jarrod saved the baby. He arranged for her to be taken to a specialized artificial womb program in New York, where they kept her alive with cutting-edge technology. She was safely born, and now—she's our daughter. Nadia."

The sprawling sitting room was utterly silent for a moment.

Everyone's expression was a kaleidoscope of shock and wonder.

It took them some time to process the magnitude of this revelation.

The world of the wealthy is full of secrets and technologies most people never even hear about. They'd seen enough strange things that, when Elodie finally revealed the truth, they could wrap their heads around it faster than most.

Suddenly, the old woman slapped her forehead and, in a rush, hurried over to where Lucinda held the baby.

She pulled back the edge of the blanket, revealing a tiny face that bore the unmistakable features of both Jarrod and Elodie.

didn't cry or fuss. She

great-granddaughter? Oh my, she's such a sweetheart! Let great-grandma take a good look

ago she'd been stern and anxious; now

help but laugh at the

up to

old woman to fuss over

stood frozen for a moment, then ambled over with a grin. "Nieces usually

in the midst

get what your heart

Her happiness was genuine.

Elodie could live her life without

free to pursue the happiness she

at Jarrod with a rare

The truth was-

Elodie's pain would

and squeezed Elodie's hand in silent reassurance.

cold, echoing mansion suddenly felt

old woman was so overjoyed she insisted Elodie move back into the family home, pointing out

Jarrod, but

that Rosemary stay for

this point, what could possibly