How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 780

Elodie didn’t understand what Jarrod had just said, and for once, she didn’t try to hide how she felt. She’d always known that after the surgery, grief and pain would hit her hard—but she hadn’t expected it to come crashing down so violently, impossible to dodge or ignore.

She locked eyes with Jarrod, noticing how hard he was trying to ease her burden, to make things a little lighter for her.

“What person?” she asked, her voice raw. Was he talking about Sylvie—her closest confidante?

Right now, nearly everyone she cared about was in Eldermere. A tiny circle, really. She couldn’t imagine who else could possibly matter this much.

Jarrod hesitated, taking in the deep hurt in her expression before speaking, slow and deliberate: “It’s a girl. As of today, she’s been alive for six months.”

Elodie’s face tensed. “What do you mean?”

“She’s… our child.”

For a heartbeat after Jarrod’s words, Elodie just sat there, numb, as if someone had struck her squarely in the head. Her thoughts scattered, refusing to come together.

It took her a long few seconds to find her voice, her words shaky and bewildered: “Our child? When did we ever—how could we have another child?”

Jarrod gently took her hand and led her over to a small, plush armchair he’d carefully arranged for her. He knelt in front of her, his sharp, handsome features deadly serious. “The procedure you had a few months ago wasn’t what you thought it was. The doctor who performed it, I flew in from overseas. It looked like a termination, but actually—the doctor used a technology that’s only available abroad. They removed the embryo intact and transferred it into an artificial womb.”

Elodie’s eyes went wide, stunned.

She stared at him, completely unable to believe what she was hearing. Was that even possible now? Did such technology really exist?

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