How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 85

Elodie had tagged her location at the Fairview Crossing Hotel on her social feed.

Unfortunately, her grandmother saw it. Now, faced with her grandmother's questioning, Elodie hesitated, unsure how to respond. "We… we're attending the same event," she finally managed.

She didn't clarify whether they'd come together—mostly because, truthfully, she hadn't known Jarrod's schedule before arriving. And besides, Jarrod was there with Sylvie. That was definitely not something her grandmother needed to know.

Her grandmother's smile widened. "That's wonderful! You two should spend a few extra days out there, treat it like a little vacation. Good for your marriage—every couple needs time away together."

Elodie offered a faint, noncommittal smile and didn't reply.

There was so much her grandmother didn't know. With Sylvie around, Jarrod barely had time for Elodie, let alone for "bonding." She didn't even know which room he was staying in.

"And where's Jarrod? Why isn't he with you?" her grandmother pressed.

Elodie thought for a moment, then answered, "He's still at a business dinner. He'll probably be back at the hotel later."

At that, her grandmother frowned, her tone sharp. "Business dinners, business dinners—does he really need to go to so many? He'd be better off spending time with you!"

"It's all right, Grandma," Elodie replied quietly.

Especially since Jarrod was busy paving the way for Sylvie—nothing could be more important to him.

Her grandmother sighed. "All right. When he gets back, call me on video so I can give him a piece of my mind! It's settled. Now, you get some rest, sweetheart."

Elodie wanted to refuse, but her grandmother had already hung up.

With a sigh, she pressed her fingers to her forehead, exasperated. Still, she didn't dwell on it, setting her phone aside and returning to her presentation slides.

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At the gala.

Charlie hadn't left yet.

He'd flown in today, mainly as a favor to Jarrod. The young man was bold and decisive, having just dropped a cool two hundred million to support the national space program—Charlie couldn't exactly turn that down.