How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 60

Elodie helped the old woman settle into her chair. "I'll take good care of myself, you don't have to worry."

The old woman's hand moved gently over Elodie's slender wrist, her eyes full of concern. "You call this taking care of yourself? Look how much weight you've lost lately!"

She sighed, thinking ahead as always. "And childbirth takes a toll on a woman's health. If your body's weak and you get pregnant, it'll be even harder on you. Better to start building your strength up now, before it becomes an issue."

Elodie didn't know how to respond.

Her grandmother's heart was still set on her giving the Silverstein family an heir, but that was impossible now…

They were getting divorced.

Even if they weren't, her health wouldn't allow it anymore.

Seeing Elodie's silence, the old woman hesitated, then lowered her voice. "Sweetheart, you and Jarrod have been married three years now and still no baby. Why don't you two go get checked out together one of these days?"

Worried Elodie might take it the wrong way, she quickly added, "Both of you should get checked. If there's a problem, it's better to find out early and get it treated. Isn't that right?"

Her grandmother's traditional values were clear in her expression—a quiet suspicion lingering beneath her gentle concern.

Elodie paused, suddenly understanding her grandmother's worries.

No matter how much love the old woman showed her, the Silverstein legacy still mattered most.

She pressed her lips together, about to broach the subject of the divorce, when a housekeeper appeared in the doorway. "Mr. Silverstein is home."

Jarrod strode in, his eyes lingering on Elodie for a moment. He slung his suit jacket casually over his arm, and after spotting her, walked straight to her side. "Grandmother, sorry I'm late. Traffic was terrible."

Elodie felt his arm brush lightly against her as he passed. She subtly shifted away, putting a little more space between them.

Jarrod noticed, but didn't seem to care.

When they all sat down at the dinner table, the old woman pushed a plate of freshly shelled lobster toward Elodie. "Eat more, dear. Make an effort this year—by the end of it, maybe you'll have good news for us."

Elodie hesitated, unsure what to say.

Jarrod took a piece of lobster and placed it on his grandmother's plate. "You should try this, it's especially sweet and tender tonight."

She shot him a look, instantly seeing through his attempt to change the subject.