How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 245

Elodie had always known the old lady was fond of her cooking.

After simmering the soup to perfection, she sat with the old woman as they ate and chatted for a while. When they finished, the old lady asked Elodie to fetch a gift from the bedroom she and Jarrod used to share.

As Elodie stepped into the living room, she caught sight of Jarrod at the dining table, finishing off a bowl of soup while scrolling through his iPad. He ate with the same polite restraint as always, not a drop spilled.

She was surprised to see him back so soon-especially since he'd just had dinner with Sylvie. And yet, he'd polished off the soup she'd just made.

Hadn't he already eaten with Sylvie?

Sensing her gaze, Jarrod finally looked up, unhurried and cool. "Something wrong?"

He seemed genuinely puzzled by the way she was staring at him.

Elodie frowned, said nothing, and turned away to fetch the gift the old lady had prepared for her.

the small personal items she'd

women's watch. Elodie recognized the brand-

of the old woman's affection, and Elodie didn't

the bedroom, the door barely open, she heard Jarrod's low voice coming from the end of the hall. "Yeah, there's a lot to manage

Sylvie's equity for her tech contributions, they've got

Elodie froze mid-step, surprised.

invested that much in

if Sylvie brought in her expertise-would mean her shares would have to

Technologies fiasco was more calculated than

table as Alex

notice Jarrod ending his call and turning toward her, his dark

wall,

meant the

pressed in a neutral line, saying nothing. She didn't question him, didn't show curiosity or irritation. Even though she knew Jarrod's help with the Fielding family's new company was