How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 175

Jarrod examined the package in his hands, his gaze catching on the shipping label-it had been sent out two months ago.

He turned the envelope over, absently tilting it, and heard something small rolling around inside. Apparently, there was more than just paperwork in there.

Jarrod's expression grew pensive. He considered calling Elodie.

Before he could reach for his phone, the office door burst open. Sylvie stormed in, eyes red and brimming with tears. "Jarrod, can you come with me to the hospital? My mother just collapsed..."

Jarrod's face hardened. The muscles in his hand tightened around the envelope. "Let's go."

Sylvie hurried out ahead of him.

He glanced down at the package again, then decided to simply take it with him as he headed downstairs.

Keith ran into them on his way back in. Spotting Jarrod and Sylvie heading out, Jarrod gave a curt order. "Bring the car around. We're going to the hospital."

Keith's eyes landed on the envelope in Jarrod's hand. It looked familiar.

"Yes, sir."

the hospital, Sylvie rushed off toward

turned to Keith. He handed over the envelope. "Take this, and everything else from my office cabinet. Send it all to the townhouse, and make sure Cara puts it in

couldn't fathom why Mr. Silverstein suddenly cared so much about these things, but he nodded obediently. "Understood, Mr.

his phone as he went. Something on the screen made him pause briefly, his steps faltering. Then, expression unreadable, he slipped the phone away and

spent the night

in and out of a

to break the solitude. Even if he hadn't taken that phone call, she doubted Jarrod would have bothered

off the fog in her mind, Elodie checked her phone. No reply from Jarrod to her earlier message. She couldn't tell if he'd

her mention of splitting assets

couch. She washed up, pulled herself together, and was just about to leave the hotel when a text from

about a liver transplant—the waiting list had moved. She needed to come in to

in her chest, her eyes stinging with

hurried to the

hospital, the lobby was already packed with people. Elodie hadn't even eaten breakfast; she was too anxious to confirm the transplant and find the staff

message she'd received, the nurse looked uncertain. "Are you sure

frowned. "Yes, the text included all the

slot for Mr. Emile has been postponed