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."

toward the elevators, not sparing a

to Keith. He handed over the envelope. "Take this, and everything else from my office cabinet. Send it all to the

why Mr. Silverstein suddenly cared so much about these things, but he nodded

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

the night

told, she'd barely slept-drifting in and out of a restless haze, mind unsettled for

Alone in a silent house, not a whisper or footstep to break the solitude. Even if he hadn't taken that phone call, she doubted Jarrod would have bothered to keep

mind, Elodie checked her phone. No reply from

probably didn't take her mention of splitting

She washed up, pulled herself together, and was just about

had moved. She needed to come in to complete the

rush of hope surged in her chest, her eyes stinging

the

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

nurse looked uncertain. "Are you sure you were

frowned. "Yes, the text included all the details. What's

Emile has been postponed for a week. The