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.

car pulled up to the spot Octavia had mentioned. Elodie immediately spotted her waiting on

two of

Jarrod had suddenly agreed to Octavia's

moment she saw Elodie inside, her cheerful smile vanished. She frowned. "What

at Sylvie.

and unruffled. "It's fine. She's probably

breath and looped her arm through Sylvie's.

Elodie watched them quietly.

she were supposed to thank Sylvie for her "generosity" in allowing her to

carried herself-she looked every bit the model lady of

her heart. Yet sometimes, she

I can't just squeeze into the same car with Sylvie... I honestly didn't know you'd be here. I mean,

Elodie understood the message.

her to give

suddenly a problem,

lowering her chin, just casting a cool sidelong glance at Elodie. That was

didn't have to lift a finger; someone was always eager to make sure she had everything

Without hesitation, she got