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.

the car pulled up to the spot Octavia had

of

had suddenly agreed to

Elodie inside, her cheerful

awkwardly looking back at Sylvie. "Sylvie... I didn't know she'd be

crocodile leather handbag, was poised and unruffled. "It's fine. She's probably just catching a ride on the

let out a relieved breath and looped her arm through Sylvie's.

Elodie watched them quietly.

to thank Sylvie for her

model lady of the house, and Elodie, the

years, Elodie had looked after Octavia with all her heart. Yet sometimes, she still couldn't understand why kindness never seemed to beget

a face, glancing at Elodie. "This is so awkward. I can't just squeeze into the same car with Sylvie... I honestly didn't know you'd be here. I mean, you never had Jarrod drive you anywhere back

Elodie understood the message.

her to give up

here was suddenly a

stayed silent, not even lowering her chin, just casting a cool sidelong glance at Elodie.

a finger; someone was always eager to make sure she had everything a "Mrs.

Without hesitation, she got out