How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 735

He would never let Elodie shoulder everything alone again.

He didn’t mention anything about the Harcourt family.

But Elodie understood.

She realized, perhaps, that whatever was going on with the Harcourts was no simple matter.

So she wisely refrained from pressing him further.

As for the surgery—

“Thank you.” She knew Jarrod had gathered nothing but the world’s top specialists for her, and the least she could do was express her gratitude.

With her life hanging in the balance, this was hardly the time to fuss over pride or dignity.

Besides, Jarrod had helped her so many times, overtly and behind the scenes, she’d lost count.

“If you really want to thank me, then cooperate with the treatment. I won’t accept anything less than a smooth recovery—no surprises, no setbacks.” Jarrod stood, his gaze fixed on her pale face. His voice caught in his throat before he continued, softer, “Elodie, you’re the only one I’m responsible for. If you’re worried about your grandmother and uncle, then you need to fight through this—no matter what. Let me put it this way: if anything happens to you, I won’t be the one looking after them. That’s your job, not mine.”

He finished.

Gently, he patted the top of her head.

Then turned and walked out.

He didn’t let Elodie see the turbulence in his expression.

But Elodie knew exactly what kind of emotion was behind Jarrod’s so-called “threat.”

Maybe, just maybe…

He was truly afraid.

Otherwise, he’d never resort to such heavy-handed tactics.

She let her gaze drop, unconsciously resting a hand over her stomach.

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Leaving the old family estate, Jarrod noticed a call from Malcom flashing on his phone.

He ignored it.

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