How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 743

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He didn’t leave right away.

Instead, he leaned against the car door, taking his time.

He reached through the open window and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Truth was, he’d never really been much of a smoker. Lately, though, with all the stress and his mood in shambles, it seemed like this was the only thing that helped him unwind, if only a little.

Especially in front of Elodie, he felt he had to keep it together—for her sake. At the very least, he wanted to give her some sense of security. If he looked like the world was falling apart, Elodie’s anxiety would only get worse. Anyone would be scared, facing an illness like hers. The last thing he wanted was for his own breakdown to make her feel hopeless about her chances, to push her deeper into fear.

So he stood there for a long time.

Long enough that his legs were starting to go numb.

Elodie’s condition was unpredictable right now.

He hadn’t yet earned her grandmother’s and uncle’s forgiveness, and he couldn’t justify sticking to Elodie’s side all the time.

There was no point in going back home—he wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway.

So he decided to make do in the car for the night.

It was enough just to be close by.

If anything happened, he’d be there to help right away.

It brought him a little peace, too.

Still, he pulled the car farther down the street, so Elodie wouldn’t see it and feel burdened by his presence.

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After her shower, Elodie sat down to talk with Rosemary.

She understood her grandmother’s protectiveness—how could she not? But still…

“Grandma, there’s something I should tell you.” Elodie took Rosemary’s hand and guided her to sit. “The doctor Uncle’s been seeing—Jarrod was the one who found him. Uncle wouldn’t be doing this well without Jarrod’s help.”

She didn’t think it was right to keep that from Rosemary. It was simply the truth.

Once she’d said her piece, she didn’t push the matter further.

However Rosemary chose to feel about Jarrod, Elodie wouldn’t interfere.

It was a matter of decency. She couldn’t just pretend Jarrod’s efforts didn’t count, or that he owed them this help.

Rosemary’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wasn’t it you who arranged for him?”

Elodie shook her head. “No. Jarrod brought him in from abroad. Otherwise, we might never have gotten an appointment.”

Rosemary frowned. “So now we owe him a favor.”

Elodie leaned gently against her grandmother’s shoulder. “I just mean… what’s past is past. There’s no point dwelling on right or wrong. Let’s try to keep a clear mind, not let old grievances color how we feel now, all right?”