How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 317

This was the first time Elodie had ever heard him speak so sharply.

Even though his face remained impassive—he wasn’t being sarcastic, not even remotely cruel—his words still stung.

Jarrod didn’t bother arguing with her. He simply turned, walked out, and left her to the doctors, giving them space to work.

Elodie had no intention of sparring with Jarrod, either. Now that the pain was gradually easing, she pressed her lips together, her face still pale, and looked at the physician. “I know what’s wrong with me. There’s no need for a full workup.”

She’d just taken an unexpected hit to an already swollen area. The sudden blow had triggered a sharp, familiar pain.

But the doctor was firm. “Your case seems unusual. We need to rule out internal bleeding.”

Elodie closed her eyes for a moment. She knew perfectly well it was her uterine cancer acting up again—the pain had become a constant companion, and the impact had simply made things worse. Still, there was no sense in resisting now. A checkup was the safest option.

“All right. Please, if there’s any news, speak to me directly. The man outside… he’s not family. You don’t need to involve him.” Her voice was weak, but she made herself clear.

The doctor didn’t press further. He ordered a CT scan and a blood test.

It was a busy night in the ER, so the results would take a while.

Jarrod hadn’t left. He was sitting a short distance from Elodie’s bed, not saying a word, but keeping a watchful eye on her from time to time.

That was how things stood until Alexander arrived, breathless and anxious. One look at Elodie’s ashen face, and his expression tightened. “Is it serious? What happened?”

Elodie forced a small smile, trying to reassure him through her discomfort. “It’s fine, really. Just a knock.”