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

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 my study.

cared so much about these things,

his phone as he went. Something on the screen made him pause

had spent the night on

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

had expected this, 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

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

probably didn't take her mention of splitting assets seriously

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

had moved. She needed to come in to complete

surged in her chest, her eyes stinging with sudden

hurried to the

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

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

text included all the

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