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."

rushed off toward the

office cabinet. Send it all

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

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

the

in and out of a restless haze, mind unsettled for

really. Alone in a silent house, not a whisper or footstep to break the solitude. Even if he hadn't taken that phone

phone. No reply from Jarrod to her earlier message. She

probably didn't take her mention of

weak, but steadier than yesterday-off the couch. She washed up, pulled herself together, and was just about to leave the hotel when a

list had moved. She needed

chest, her

to the hospital without

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

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

included all the details. What's

been a mix-up. The slot for Mr. Emile has been postponed for a week. The next