How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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

a sleek Bentley

down; Jarrod glanced over at her.

novel. In all her years at The Silverstein Group, no matter how many times her grandmother insisted Jarrod give her a ride, not once had they

leaving The Silverstein Group-once there was nothing left to hide- she'd finally earned the "privilege"

was urgent. "You know, I can skip

I'm not your messenger," Jarrod replied, glancing at his

take much to guess why. Her mother's

she walked over to

at the passenger seat, but in the

to his girlfriend-she wasn't about to cross that

her

looked away and addressed the driver coolly, "Turn up

was momentarily taken

her

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

Silverstein Mansion, Octavia had already returned from hanging out with her friends and was curled up on the couch, chatting away on

waiting for dinner, but when she saw Elodie, she couldn't resist a dig: "I knew you'd use Grandma to get closer to my brother. If it weren't for

grown used to this. She didn't

mood—she'd interrupted his date

grandmother emerged from the side parlor.