How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 727

It felt as if he’d been gutted, left with nothing but an empty shell.

A long, heavy silence settled between them.

Lucinda was the first to break it. “Can we talk?”

Jarrod’s eyes were icy. “Go ahead.”

Lucinda led him to a quiet alcove, then looked up at him. “Your grandmother’s worried sick—she’s been calling, but you didn’t pick up. I managed to calm her down and keep her from coming over to make a scene.”

After all, it was supposed to be a birthday celebration.

Not that it hadn’t already descended into chaos.

“How’s Elodie doing now?” Lucinda glanced toward the patient rooms, her expression conflicted.

She’d never really approved of Elodie before, but she’d never imagined someone so young would fall seriously ill.

“She’s resting. The pain’s under control for now.” Jarrod pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to clear his head.

Lucinda frowned. “What exactly is the diagnosis? Uterine cancer? How serious is it? What did the doctors say?”

“She’ll need surgery. The prognosis is uncertain.” Jarrod answered honestly.

Lucinda’s eyes widened in shock. The next question left her lips before she could stop herself. “Will this affect her ability to have children?”

This time, Jarrod turned to look at her directly.

His lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. “What do you think?”

Something about his tone confirmed Lucinda’s fears.

Her expression grew grave. “Jarrod, I’m not trying to be harsh, but you need to face reality. Given your status and position, do you really think it’s practical to never have children? And especially not by choice—because you’re forced into it. You’re at the helm of the Silverstein Group, with the second branch of the family circling like vultures. If you don’t have an heir, it’s a problem, isn’t it?”