How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 673

Elodie quickly grasped the situation.

Something was obviously off.

Getting caught coming out of the same room together—there was no way that wouldn’t look suspicious.

Patricia swept toward them, narrowing her eyes at Ivan. “Mr. Harcourt, was there really anything you couldn’t discuss outside? What exactly were you doing bringing Elodie into your room? It’s not a good look, and we should all be concerned about Elodie’s reputation.”

Esmeralda, having recovered from her surprise, raised a brow in return. “Honestly, who would read anything into a brother and sister spending time together? Miss Aldridge, aren’t you being a little melodramatic?”

Patricia just smiled, undisturbed. “Forgive me, I’m only looking out for Elodie. That’s all. I happened to hear from Mrs. Jett that Elodie’s expecting. Congratulations, by the way.”

Ivan’s easygoing expression snapped into something rigid.

Elodie’s face finally changed too.

Queenie?

She stared at Patricia, shocked that Patricia knew, and even more stunned that she’d drop the news—right in front of Jarrod.

Esmeralda’s emotions flickered across her face, openly frustrated.

A bombshell like that, dropped out of nowhere.

Wouldn’t today spiral into a mess of misunderstandings?

Elodie knew she’d never tell Jarrod herself, but now—Patricia, an outsider, had just blurted it out in front of him. It made everything look ten times more suspicious.

Especially with Elodie and Ivan coming out of a room together.

Even if Jarrod’s opinion didn’t matter much to Esmeralda, she still didn’t want Elodie’s reputation to suffer. What if Jarrod started questioning Elodie, or worse, suspected something between her and Ivan—maybe even wondered if the child wasn’t his?

If Jarrod decided to make a scene…how was Elodie supposed to handle it?

Esmeralda’s face darkened as she imagined the possibilities.

But Jarrod just looked at Elodie, calm as ever. He stepped forward and, without a word, slid his fingers between hers, holding her hand tightly.

Ivan saw every detail of that gesture.

Elodie’s heart skipped. She glanced up, searching his still face.

“Elodie’s expecting and needs to be looked after,” Jarrod said quietly. “If Mr. Harcourt happened to help her today, then I appreciate it.” His voice was cool and measured, his eyes giving away nothing—no trace of the doubt or drama everyone expected.