How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 231

Elodie’s leisurely pace slowed as she caught snippets of conversation nearby. She frowned, surprised she couldn’t even take a walk without overhearing Jarrod and his friends outside, smoking and chatting.

Then Maurice mentioned the nursery.

From the moment she and Jarrod had moved into their townhouse after the wedding, the floor plan had been set: the third floor was Jarrod’s domain—his study, home gym, and a sitting room for entertaining guests. The second floor belonged to their bedroom, and Elodie had a small office and walk-in closet of her own.

Not once had they discussed setting up a nursery. Even after years of marriage, Jarrod had never brought up having children. In fact, he’d always seemed indifferent, content to postpone the topic indefinitely.

Now, suddenly, he’d gutted their marital home to redesign it—complete with a nursery.

She could only assume he’d finally found true love.

If even a man like Jarrod could change, anything was possible.

Elodie didn’t bother walking over to hear more. She turned calmly and headed upstairs, unconcerned with what Jarrod’s answer might be.

As soon as she stepped into her room, her phone rang. It was her grandmother, Rosemary, asking about her plans for tomorrow’s birthday.

Elodie blinked in surprise—she’d nearly forgotten her own birthday was so soon. She hesitated, unsure of how she wanted to celebrate, and told Rosemary she’d decide once she finished her work.

The next morning, before heading downstairs, Elodie organized a printed summary of her analysis—Mr. Charlie Sterling preferred paper to anything digital.

Just as she stepped out of the elevator, she caught a message from Esmeralda Mercer: Happy birthday! The gift’s ready—she’d give it to Elodie when she returned to Eldermere.

Elodie smiled to herself, pocketed her phone, and started walking.

But someone, pushing a luggage cart out of the elevator behind her, accidentally clipped her arm. She stumbled, dropping her bag and files all over the floor.

The person immediately apologized.

“It’s fine,” Elodie said with a wave, not the least bit bothered, and bent down to pick up her things.