How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 135

Jarrod flicked his gaze downward, idly turning a lighter over in his hand. He answered smoothly, practiced and unruffled, "Work's been busy."

"Busy? So now you don't even bother coming home?" his grandmother shot back, not missing a beat. "Don't give me that. Go pick Elodie up from work, you—"

"I've already called a car. I'll head out now." Elodie glanced at her phone as the ride-share confirmed her booking. She offered a polite, distant farewell and made to leave.

But the old woman's hearing was as sharp as ever, and she caught the sound of Elodie's voice through the call. "Oh, so you're together? Good! Bring Elodie back with you."

Jarrod's face didn't betray a thing. He looked over at Elodie. "Grandma wants you to come back to the house with me."

Elodie's brows drew together slightly as her gaze fell on his phone, catching sight of the ongoing call.

She wanted to refuse, but Sylvie was there too. If she declined, what was she supposed to do—tell Jarrod's grandmother that Sylvie was present, and Jarrod really wanted to drive Sylvie home instead?

But the old lady was insistent, urging Jarrod to bring Elodie back with him.

Just as Elodie hesitated, unsure how to respond, the call abruptly ended.

no choice but

much Jarrod doted on Sylvie, would he really just leave

remained unchanged-calm, composed, not

by the

to Elodie-as if

with a hint of

ever come to this-when the wife needed another woman's permission just to claim

intention of getting involved in their drama. She

up, about

her, his voice cool and detached, cutting her off before she could say a word. "You

even a

wasn't that there wasn't room for her in his car, or that he couldn't drop Sylvie off first and then take her home. He just didn't want her there, ruining

She wasn't surprised. "Alright."

even from the sidelines, he could

must it be for