How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 831

Jarrod glanced sideways at her. “Are you planning to suffocate yourself? Relax a little.”

Elodie swallowed hard. “Who does your daughter take after? She’s probably past the awkward phase now, right? I never learned how to hold a baby, Jarrod, my heart is about to jump out of my chest.”

She started rambling, as she always did when nervous.

Jarrod watched her, then turned his head and covered his mouth, trying to hide a laugh.

“So if she isn’t cute, you’ll just send her back?”

Elodie shot him a glare. “What, you think this is like returning groceries at the supermarket?”

He just grinned, taking his time. “You must be out of your mind. With genes like ours—especially mine—how could my daughter not be adorable?”

She wanted to snap back, but words failed her.

He wasn’t exactly wrong.

And so they bantered, back and forth, the whole way there.

Half an hour later, Elodie found herself in a secluded neighborhood of upscale villas. The area was deserted, and the roads were tricky to navigate.

Her lips were pressed tight, and she wasn’t sure if it was the cold or her nerves, but her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Jarrod glanced back, then wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as they stepped inside.

The moment they entered, Elodie felt like she’d stepped into another world—a place straight out of a science fiction movie, gleaming with high-tech equipment and bustling people. She couldn’t even begin to guess how much it cost to keep a place like this running.

A group of men in sterile white coats approached them—likely the team in charge here. One of them looked from her to Jarrod. “Mr. Silverstein, please come this way.”

Jarrod took Elodie’s hand as they rode the elevator upstairs.

And then—

They were led into a vast, spotless room. At the far end, inside a special incubator, Elodie caught sight of a tiny figure.

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