How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 663

Elodie grabbed Lily by the arm and led her straight to the testing room.

Every batch of materials had to be thoroughly inspected—meticulous data, strict protocols, nothing less than perfection. If even a single step went wrong, the entire collaboration could be compromised.

This was military business; there was no room for error.

Their partnership was vital for the technological strength of the coming years—one misstep could ripple out in all directions, with consequences that would last for decades.

Elodie couldn’t afford a moment’s carelessness. The testing process would take anywhere from two weeks to a month, and as the team lead, she couldn’t allow a single oversight.

It was painstaking work. By the time they finally finished, nearly three hours had passed.

When things quieted down and the others moved to another room to compile results, Elodie paused for a breath. She reached for a glass of water, but her phone buzzed—a message from Esmeralda.

—I just heard something. A mutual friend told me Queenie… had a late-term miscarriage. Something happened, and she lost the baby.

Elodie was taken aback.

Queenie had been visibly pregnant—she was always so slim, but her belly had been obvious. Elodie was never certain how far along she was, but it must’ve been well into the pregnancy.

And now, at such a delicate stage, everything had ended so suddenly?

More voice messages from Esmeralda followed, her tone layered with conflicting emotions.

“The last time at the hospital, when Queenie picked a fight with you, I thought she was awful. But now… losing her baby like this, I almost feel sorry for her.”

“Do you think she argued with Ivan again that day because of you?”

“If Queenie’s lost Ivan’s child, do you think their wedding will still happen? My friend said there’s a chance it might fall through. All of this happened not long after we saw them at the hospital. Elodie, what if Ivan is… thinking about coming back to you?”

Esmeralda’s voice trembled between anxiety and disbelief.

If Ivan did come back, it would be utterly insane.

Elodie frowned.