How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 654

Esmeralda stared at the message, her face freezing as the reality of the word “chemotherapy” sank in.

She turned abruptly to look at Elodie, bewildered.

Elodie had just looked over, and immediately noticed Esmeralda’s eyes were brimming with tears, threatening to spill over. Alarmed, she reached out to gently wipe them away. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Without a word, Esmeralda handed her the phone. “What does this mean?”

As Elodie read the text from Elias, her pupils quivered, and her words caught in her throat.

She couldn’t make a sound.

“Elodie! What’s going on? Chemotherapy? Another scan? What… what’s happening to you?” The gravity of those words finally crashed down on Esmeralda. Her tears broke loose, and her voice rose, as if by sheer force she could will Elodie to explain it away, to tell her it was all a misunderstanding.

Elodie swallowed hard, forcing a weak, bitter smile. “I… I have uterine cancer.”

The moment the words left her mouth, it was as if Esmeralda’s world had crumbled. She stood in stunned silence, until finally she forced herself to face the truth.

Then she broke down completely. “When did this happen? If I hadn’t seen this, when were you planning to tell us?” Her voice trembled with anger and heartache as she dissolved into sobs.

Elodie had known this was coming; she’d predicted exactly this reaction. Esmeralda had never faced a crisis, and she wore her heart on her sleeve.

Elodie looked down, guilt written all over her face. “It’s been a while. I was going to wait until the 719 Project was finished to tell you.”

If she’d come clean from the start, neither Esmeralda nor Alexander would have let her stay on Mr. Haywood’s project.

“So you just carried all of this by yourself? Elodie, how could you be so hard on yourself?” Esmeralda wiped at her tears, her heart aching so much it hurt to breathe.

Elodie was used to it by now. She helped Esmeralda dab at her cheeks. “Don’t cry. I’m getting treatment, and I’ve found a good doctor. There’s hope.”

Esmeralda gritted her teeth, swiping at her face, as if she could suddenly shoulder the weight of the world. “Which hospital? Let’s go. Now.”

Elodie didn’t argue. She quietly entered the hospital address into the GPS.

The drive was silent, Esmeralda wiping away tears as she drove, for once without a single word to say.

Her usual chatter was gone, replaced by a heavy, anxious quiet.