How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 140

Jarrod answered the call, his deep, even tone betraying nothing. "What is it?"

The car was cramped enough that Elodie couldn't help but overhear Octavia's playful, coaxing voice on the other end. "Hey, you should be on your way by now, right? Come pick me up?"

Jarrod was hardly the doting older brother; more often than not, he didn't bother hiding his indifference. "What am I, your chauffeur?"

Octavia instinctively shrank back, her voice turning small and pouty. "It's on your way anyway. Can't you just give me a ride? I already asked Grandma-she said you'd pass by here after your meeting."

Jarrod couldn't be bothered to argue with the kid. "Fine. Wait there."

He gave the driver a new address, then glanced over at Elodie. "We'll pick her up. Is that all right with you?"

Elodie shook her head. "It's fine. Just drop me off along the road later."

She hadn't planned on riding with him, anyway.

"It's on the way to VistaLink Technologies. I'll take you there," Jarrod said, glancing at his watch. His voice was low and unreadable.

That was the end of the conversation.

spot Octavia had

of them,

had suddenly agreed to Octavia's

Elodie

back at Sylvie.

was poised and unruffled. "It's fine.

out a relieved breath and looped her arm

Elodie watched them quietly.

Sylvie for her "generosity"

carried herself-she looked every bit the model lady of

all her heart. Yet sometimes, she still couldn't understand why kindness never seemed

car with Sylvie... I honestly didn't know you'd be here. I mean, you never had Jarrod drive you anywhere back then,

Elodie understood the message.

give

here was suddenly a problem, an unwanted

chin, just casting a cool sidelong glance

to lift a finger; someone was always eager to make

anymore. Without hesitation, she