How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 196

Naylor lingered at the doorway, peering inside.

He'd come by to discuss an approval with Mr. Patrick, but he hadn't expected to stumble upon this scene.

Truthfully, he just couldn't wrap his head around it.

Elodie's credentials didn't hold a candle to Sylvie's—after all, Sylvie had a

doctorate from one of the world's top universities. How could Elodie be so bold as to come here and try to veto Sylvie's input right in front of Mr. Patrick?

If only Elodie could approach things objectively-if she could just acknowledge Sylvie's abilities-he might have had a little more respect for her.

But no. She was acting like a jealous girl, caught up in petty drama over a man, letting her emotions cloud her judgment.

And the kicker? Jarrod was very much Sylvie's boyfriend.

Elodie had failed to win him over, yet now she was targeting his actual girlfriend.

The office door swung open.

Elodie and Alexander stepped out one after the other, nearly colliding with Naylor.

on his practiced professional smile. "Mr. Whitaker,

some distance between them, as if he was afraid she might so much as brush his sleeve. "Yes, that's right. I'll head

let us

Naylor's

him a calm, indifferent glance and

and Alexander stood when it came to Sylvie. He didn't bother wasting time trying to talk things through with them he went straight

determined to clear the way

if Mr. Patrick wanted to pull strings and bring in his

so they didn't have to worry about outside

to her house. She'd already put

every way-location, amenities, everything.

reached

up

on schedule and said in a steady, matter-of-fact voice, "I asked Jarrod before to pick up his things from the house. He

how cold she sounded. "I'll pass the message along

call with her

response from the specialist Joseph

replied with several long, detailed

all sorts of precautions and advice regarding liver cancer, but finished with a gentle refusal:

a conscientious person. The