How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 99

Elodie watched the old woman's warm, bustling manner with a flicker of unease. "He… already left," she said.

She wasn't entirely sure when Jarrod had gone the night before.

Judging by the bed, she was certain he hadn't slept there.

The old woman's expression changed at once. "Left? But it's only seven-thirty! I got up at six and never saw him leave."

Sensing something off, Elodie tried to soothe her. "Are you alright, Grandma?"

The elderly woman glanced at Elodie's curious face, then let out a heavy sigh. "What I gave him yesterday wasn't a tonic—it was… something to stir up his desires."

Traditional medicine was a vast, mysterious thing.

She'd gone to special lengths, asking Dr. MacLeod to prepare just the right prescription.

Clearly, it hadn't been put to use at all.

Elodie certainly didn't look like a woman who'd spent a passionate night with her husband.

Elodie's face tightened, and she pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

No wonder Jarrod's voice had sounded a little hoarse last night—

As for when he'd left…

"Grandma, tell the kitchen not to bother with breakfast for my brother," came a sleepy voice from the stairs. Octavia descended, stifling a yawn, and shot Elodie a knowing look as she passed. "He already had breakfast with someone else."

Someone else…

It had to be Sylvie.

Elodie lowered her eyes, hiding her expression.

So Jarrod had left last night to find Sylvie.

Even if that medicine had sparked his urges, it would never have been for her.

Besides, after the sultry photos and then the added effect of the prescription… she could only imagine the fire between Jarrod and Sylvie last night.

The old woman, thoroughly vexed, muttered and scolded under her breath, "Running off first thing in the morning! Just what out there keeps pulling him away?"

She'd gone to all this trouble—how had she ended up with such an ungrateful boy?