How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 593

Jarrod trailed after her at a leisurely pace, watching as she darted through the crowded corridors, clearly in her element.

Elodie found a doctor to examine Jarrod’s injuries.

“Doesn’t look like there’s any major bone damage,” the doctor said after a quick assessment, “but you’ve got a dislocated joint and some soft tissue trauma. We’ll need to take care of that. Please take off your shirt.”

After glancing at the dislocation site, the doctor couldn’t help but think how much pain Jarrod must have been enduring—he certainly had a high pain threshold.

Jarrod didn’t hesitate. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped his arm out of the sleeve. Elodie frowned as she looked at his arm—the joint was clearly out of place, and the sight alone made her wince.

The cut on his arm wasn’t deep, but it looked painful all the same.

Then she noticed a scar on his arm.

It ran nearly six inches long.

His skin was pale, so the scar wasn’t very dark, but on his muscular arm, it stood out.

That was from the last time—when he saved her at the Warwick estate.

She was surprised. With all the medical resources at his disposal, he hadn’t bothered to get the scar treated or removed.

Yet here he was, hurt again because of her.

The feeling was strange; it almost made her feel like she owed him something.

The doctor finished resetting his joint and covering up the wound, then gave a few instructions. “Don’t get the wound wet. Change the bandage every day for the next three days, and you should be fine.”

“Thank you,” Jarrod said, his brow furrowed slightly with discomfort as he straightened his shirt. Only then did he look at Elodie.

She had already averted her gaze from his arm.

“Want me to call Andrea to pick you up?” she asked, making it clear she wasn’t planning to take further responsibility.

Jarrod glanced at his phone. “He’s probably still wrapping things up. I’ll need to stop by the hospital anyway.”

“What about Keith?”

“He’s out of town on business.”

So, no one was available.

Elodie pressed her lips together in silence. She glanced at his arm, thinking again of that old scar, then took out her car keys. “I’ll drive you.”