How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 260

Jarrod lounged against the plush pillows, looking thoroughly unruffled despite the stern, angry glare from his grandmother. His voice was calm, almost detached. “Grandma, your blood pressure’s already high. Maybe you should take a breath and calm down.”

She frowned immediately, cutting him off. “Don’t change the subject. I want a straight answer from you.”

Her lips trembled, as if even saying it out loud was difficult. “That Miss Fielding… is there something going on between you two?”

Jarrod lifted his gaze, his face a little pale—probably from blood loss. Even his lips had lost their usual color. But he made no effort to explain, just watched her quietly.

The old woman suddenly felt dizzy, her head swimming for a moment. She paced twice, then drew in a deep breath. “I don’t care if there’s anything between you and her. If Elodie’s bothered by Miss Fielding’s presence and you won’t deal with it, I will.”

Only then did Jarrod speak, unhurried and measured. “Elodie’s not bothered by it.”

His grandmother stared, at a loss for words.

Jarrod knew her temper well. He sighed, pushing himself a little more upright. “Grandma, this is between us. You don’t need to get involved.”

She looked at his pale face, the reprimand caught in her throat. “Jarrod, I just hope you’re not the kind of man who forgets what he owes. Elodie is gentle—anyone else might take advantage of her, but you can’t.”

He smiled, just barely. “You care about her so much. I wouldn’t dare.”

She sighed, knowing full well that in the end, whatever came between them, it was something they’d have to work through themselves. What could she really do?

“Are you still in pain?” she asked at last, her concern showing through.

Jarrod gave a careless smile. “It’s nothing.”