How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 680

The man’s unyielding grip only heightened Elodie’s anxiety, his hand clamped so tightly on her shoulder she couldn’t so much as flinch.

“What do you think you’re doing? No one told me I needed any injections!” Elodie’s instincts were sharp in certain matters, and every second made her more certain something was wrong.

“Ms. Thorne, there’s no need to be nervous. It’s just an allergy test,” the nurse said, strolling over to help the doctor restrain her. Her voice was casual, almost detached, but her actions were forceful and brisk.

Elodie was certain—this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Her health was already fragile; every procedure had to be carefully considered and approved by her physician.

Elias hadn’t ordered any such test.

And this wasn’t a blood draw—it was an injection.

“Let me go!” Elodie suddenly began to struggle, panic sharpening her voice.

But her protests did nothing to slow them. The nurse, growing impatient, used both hands to pin Elodie down.

Helpless, Elodie watched in horror as the silent man pushed a needle into her vein and injected a sliver of liquid.

She didn’t know where the strength came from, but in that instant, desperation took over. She thrashed, uncaring if the needle tore her arm, and lashed out, kicking hard at the man’s midsection.

She couldn’t care if she hurt anyone now.

They were hurting her.

And for reasons she didn’t even understand.

Elodie’s struggle was so fierce that the nurse was shoved aside. Taking advantage of the man’s pain, Elodie rolled off the bed and staggered blindly for the door.

But the door was locked from the outside.

Frantic, she pounded on it with all her strength, hoping to draw someone’s attention.

The two assailants, realizing Elodie had caught on and was making a scene, exchanged worried glances and hurriedly slipped out through a different exit.

Meanwhile, Elias finished surgery sooner than expected. The closing and cleanup were left to the team; he wanted to check on Elodie himself.

As he reached the waiting area, he caught the distant sound of commotion echoing from down the hall.

Elodie had a specialist surgery scheduled for Saturday. Her name was on the list for a planned procedure.

Within moments, the OB-GYN team was mobilizing.

Elodie’s vision blurred, the world tossing and spinning as stabbing pain twisted in her belly, cold sweat breaking out across her skin. Even as her mind slipped into chaos, her hand instinctively pressed to her abdomen, the ache radiating all the way to her chest.

A terrible certainty ripped through her, shattering the last of her composure.

She’d planned to tell Jarrod when he returned: tomorrow was her scheduled abortion.

But now—suddenly, without warning—everything had gone wrong. The child—

This was an accident, a crisis no one expected.

Her carefully maintained control was in ruins, her plans shattered.

It felt like a pain she’d braced herself to face later, suddenly crashing down on her in this very moment.