How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 773

A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes as he fixed Jarrod with a steady gaze. “Her uterus—there’s something abnormal. Something that shouldn’t be there.”

Jarrod didn’t look surprised. He slowly lifted his eyes, meeting the other man’s stare. After a brief pause, he replied in a voice only the two of them could understand, “Yeah. You’ve probably guessed right.”

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Elodie was transferred into the private suite next to Jarrod’s.

A steady stream of people came and went from the room.

At the end of the hallway, Ivan stood, watching the bustle from a distance.

He’d arrived the moment Elodie went into surgery. Deep down, though, he knew he had no real right to stand as family.

No matter how he turned it over, he owed her too much.

Now, seeing Elodie safe and out of surgery, it felt as though a weight had finally lifted from his chest—like he’d been given another chance at life.

Ivan walked out to the hospital’s smoking area. His hands shook as he lit a cigarette, then he let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh.

Who was he kidding?

The world had changed; they’d both changed. There was no going back.

Even Jarrod, he realized grimly, had cared for Elodie with a devotion that Ivan himself couldn’t match.

He stood there for a long time, letting the cold seep into his bones, until his phone buzzed in his pocket. Queenie’s name flashed across the screen—call after call, desperate and insistent.

He ignored them all.

Instead, he opened a news alert: the headline screamed scandal, the Jett family’s empire unraveling. The stock price was in freefall.

Some debts, he thought, had to be settled one way or another.

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