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.

Octavia had mentioned. Elodie immediately spotted

of them,

suddenly agreed to

car door. The moment she saw Elodie inside, her

at Sylvie. "Sylvie... I didn't know she'd

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

let out a relieved breath and looped her arm through Sylvie's. "You're the best,

Elodie watched them quietly.

for her "generosity" in allowing her to ride

bit the model lady

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

just squeeze into the same car with Sylvie...

Elodie understood the message.

to give

presence here was suddenly a

casting a cool sidelong glance at Elodie.

always eager to make sure she had

anymore. Without hesitation,