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.

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

of them,

suddenly agreed to Octavia's

saw Elodie inside, her cheerful smile

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

unruffled. "It's fine.

relieved breath and looped her arm through

Elodie watched them quietly.

to thank Sylvie for her

bit the model lady of the house, and Elodie, the outsider

Yet sometimes, she still couldn't understand why kindness

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 then, did

Elodie understood the message.

to give up her spot

presence here was suddenly a problem,

lowering her chin, just casting a cool sidelong glance at

eager

care anymore. Without hesitation, she got out of