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 sparing

my office cabinet. Send it all to the townhouse, and make sure Cara

so much about these things, but he nodded obediently.

stairwell, pulling out his phone as he went. Something on the screen made him pause briefly, his steps faltering. Then,

spent the night on 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 call, she doubted Jarrod would have bothered to keep up the charade all

No reply from Jarrod to her earlier message. She couldn't

probably didn't take her mention

forced her body—still weak, but steadier than yesterday-off the couch. She washed up, pulled herself together, and was just about to leave the

moved. She needed to come in to complete

her

to the

already packed with people. Elodie hadn't

nurse looked uncertain.

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

hesitated. "I'm sorry, but there's been a mix-up. The slot for Mr. Emile has been postponed for a week. The next available surgery