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 the elevators, not

watched her go, then turned to Keith. He handed over the envelope. "Take this, and everything else from my office

Silverstein suddenly cared so much about these things,

for the stairwell, pulling out his phone as he went. Something on the screen made him pause

the

barely slept-drifting in and out of a restless haze, mind

the solitude. Even if he hadn't taken that phone call, she doubted Jarrod would have bothered to keep up the charade all night. She'd seen it

shake off the fog in her mind, Elodie checked her phone. No reply from

mention of splitting

the couch. She washed up, pulled herself together, and was

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

chest, her eyes stinging

the

was already packed with people. Elodie hadn't even eaten breakfast; she was too anxious

received, the nurse looked uncertain. "Are

frowned. "Yes, the text included all the

been a mix-up. The slot for Mr. Emile has been postponed for a week. The next available surgery is for another patient, two