NovelUSAHearing those words from Jarrod's lips—those three simple words-used to be all she ever dreamed of.
But now, when they cso suddenly, Elodie, even as she could see the sincerity in his eyes, still found herself stunned. Jarrod didn't give her tto think or react. He held her hand, his thumb brushing gently across her skin, and spoke each word with care, "For the best chance at recovery, your uterus... Let's remove it, alright?" He paused, took a breath, and continued, "Let's not get divorced, okay? I'll make sure you get the very best treatment, I'll find the top specialists in the world for you. I won't let anything happen to you. Whether or not you can have children in the future... it doesn't matter to me. I've never cared about whether you could bringany 'value' that way. All I want is for you to be healthy. This time, please -just listen to me, alright?" He tried to soften his voice, his gaze almost pleading, because he couldn't bear the risk of any more setbacks or tragedies. The thought of Elodie suffering through a painful recurrence was unthinkable.
Elodie was quiet for a long while. The truth was, she hadn't made her decision yet. When it's your own body, hesitation comes naturally. Once, she might have just felt heartbroken but would have decided quickly: just take it out. But after carrying that child who never got to be born, she was left with a lingering sense of loss. That feeling clung to her, pulling at her nerves.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe lay back on the bed, suddenly feeling powerless in this critical moment. "Letthink about it," she murmured.
Jarrod watched her closely, easily sensing her sorrow. But Elodie didn't want to dwell on the matter. She closed her eyes, trying to rest. Jarrod stayed by her side for a long moment, and when he saw her exhaustion overtake her once again, he gently squeezed her hand and whispered, almost too softly to hear, "So many illnesses are brought on by stress... I won't deny the pain I've caused you. Just givea bit more time. If I could, I'd trade my life to make it right." By the next day, Elodie was feeling better, so she went straight to see Rosemary. She was genuinely grateful to Jarrod for yesterday as well—he'd reassured her grandmother and the others, and spared them from seeing her in such a fragile state. She didn't want to frighten her grandmother.
Jarrod drove Elodie back to Rosemary's old family estate. He knew the two of them needed to talk in private, so he didn't intrude. He lingered by the gate for a moment before getting back into his car and heading straight to the Silverstein Mansion.
The investigation was still ongoing, but as for Patricia and her associates... Jarrod already had a rough idea of what he needed to do.
He also needed to give the family matriarch an update about Elodie—there was no avoiding a visit.
But as he stepped into the courtyard, he immediately noticed a car he didn't recognize parked out front.
Jarrod crossed the drive with long, steady strides and entered the house. As he'd suspected, there in the parlor was Patricia, chatting amiably with Lucinda and the others.
Hearing his arrival, Patricia turned, arching an eyebrow at him with a pleasant smile. "You're back?" Sprague Silverstein was seated across from Patricia. He stood up to pour her a cup of tea, his gaze warm as he handed it over.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJarrod, after reconciling things with Elodie, kept his expression unreadable and didn't break stride as he walked past, heading straight for the back garden.
Lucinda, noticing his attitude, pressed her lips together and got up to follow
Patricia, left in his wake, didn't appear bothered. After all, she'd been m erally ignored by Jarrod plenty of times over the years.
But Elinor, seated nearby, was already scheming. With a polite smile, she said to Patricia, "Jarrod's always been like that-completely different from Sprague. Sprague's much more easygoing, and besides, you and Sprague are about the sage, aren't you, Miss Aldridge?" Sprague's eyes flickered with something unspoken.
Patricia replied unhurriedly, "We've ach other for known each other for quite a while. When! held an art exhibition abroad, Mr. Silverstein cby a few times." Sprague didn't seem fazed. "That's right. I've always admired your work, Miss Aldridge. In fact, I've bought a few of your paintings before."
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