How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 416

Elodie froze when she saw him.

Elias didn’t wait for her to speak; the truth was already plain enough.

“Let’s get you somewhere to rest.” His brow furrowed as he carefully helped Elodie to her feet. She felt so light and fragile, and while he made sure she leaned on his arm for support, Elias kept just enough distance so she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

“Thank you, I’m alright,” Elodie murmured, her voice thin and weak as she stood.

Elias nodded softly. “Sit down for a bit. Take your time.” He glanced over at the oncology ward across the hall.

After years of research into malignant tumors, he’d seen too many patients like her—he knew all too well what someone looked like after a round of chemotherapy.

Elias took in her pale face, surprised, and asked, “Are you here alone? No one came with you?”

He didn’t hide his disapproval, and Elodie realized immediately that he’d probably guessed the truth.

She nodded. “Yes, just me.”

She didn’t bother to explain why.

Elias sat down beside her. “If you’re going through chemo, you really should have someone with you.”

He was puzzled—why wasn’t Jarrod here with her? If they were as close as he suspected, surely he’d be at her side. At the very least, Sylvie could have come.

Elodie simply nodded, not mentioning that neither of them even knew about her diagnosis.

“Would you mind telling me what’s going on?” Elias asked gently.

At this point, there was nothing to hide. He was a doctor, after all, and she trusted he’d keep her confidence. “Uterine cancer,” Elodie said quietly.

Elias pressed his lips together.

No wonder he’d sensed something off about her before.

And now, all at once, he thought of Jarrod and Sylvie.