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.

had mentioned. Elodie immediately spotted her

of them,

Jarrod had suddenly

car door. The moment she saw Elodie inside, her cheerful smile vanished. She frowned. "What are

looking back at Sylvie. "Sylvie... I didn't know

leather handbag, was poised and unruffled. "It's fine. She's probably just catching

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

Elodie watched them quietly.

to thank Sylvie for her "generosity" in allowing her to ride

model lady of the house, and Elodie, the outsider

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

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

Elodie understood the message.

give up her spot for

here was suddenly a problem, an

chin, just casting a cool sidelong glance at

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

didn't care anymore. Without hesitation, she