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.

bedroom was just as she remembered. Even the small personal items she'd left behind were

was a diamond-studded women's watch.

it was a token of the old woman's affection, and Elodie

voice coming from the end of the hall. "Yeah, there's a

million, and with Sylvie's equity for her tech contributions, they've got forty

Elodie froze mid-step, surprised.

had invested that much

brought in her expertise-would mean her shares would have to be

Technologies fiasco was more calculated

was in charge, finally sitting at the same table as Alex and the others -a far cry

notice Jarrod ending his call and turning toward her, his dark eyes quietly studying

the wall, relaxed. "Heard

meant the phone

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