How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 97

Chapter 96

Elodie finally allowed herself to relax a little.

She stayed with Emile through lunch, waiting for the discomfort from the treatment to ease, and then returned to VistaLink Technologies to wrap up some loose ends.

Jarrod hadn't reached out to her again.

The next day.

Just as Elodie was about to log off at the end of her workday, her grandmother called. "Sweetheart, what time are you getting off?"

"I'm just about to finish," Elodie replied, closing her laptop.

"Perfect! I've sent Jarrod to pick you up. Come home with him after work, I need you both here for something."

Elodie blinked in surprise. "Grandma, actually I have—"

"He's already downstairs. Just head down when you're ready."

"...Okay."

Rubbing her aching temples, Elodie resigned herself to it. If it weren't for her grandmother's direct orders, there was no way Jarrod would be offering her a ride.

packed up quickly and headed

a sleek Bentley was

glanced over at

novel. In all her years at The Silverstein Group, no matter how many times her grandmother

to hide- she'd finally earned the "privilege"

request was urgent. "You know, I can skip it.

can tell her yourself. I'm not your messenger," Jarrod replied,

to guess why. Her mother's issue still hung between them,

she walked over

passenger seat, but in the end, she slid

his rules. The front seat belonged to his girlfriend-she wasn't

in her

away and addressed the driver coolly, "Turn up

was momentarily

her comfort into

was reading too much into it. Even if he did give an order for her sake, it was out of

with her

you'd use Grandma to get closer to my brother. If it weren't for picking you up, he would've taken Sylvie

had grown used to this. She

that explained Jarrod's mood—she'd interrupted his date with

the side parlor. "Dinner's

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