How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 258

Elodie's pupils widened in shock.

The roar of the helicopter's blades thundered in her ears, the spinning rotors slicing closer by the second.

She instinctively tried to back away, but a shadow suddenly swept over her. Before she could react, a pair of strong arms enveloped her, pulling her swiftly to the side and out of harm's way.

All around, startled cries erupted.

Someone managed to bring the drone under control just in time, guiding it safely to a halt under the covered walkway.

Elodie was still frozen, her mind reeling, when Sylvie's anxious voice broke through the chaos. "Jarrod! Are you okay?!"

It was only then that Elodie, still trembling, forced her eyes open.

Jarrod's dark, fathomless gaze met hers. His brow was furrowed, his expression grim, pupils dilated. She'd never seen Jarrod look so cold and intimidating.

Realizing how shaken she was, he immediately let her go.

As Jarrod stood, Elodie noticed for the first time that the sleeve of his suit was shredded, blood streaming down his right arm and pooling on the ground beneath them. His palm and fingers were a mess of scrapes and cuts.

ashen. "Jarrod, are you

others gathered around,

happened? Why did you suddenly..." Maurice glanced at Elodie, hesitating before

Jarrod risk himself to save

team hurried over, the gravity of the situation

Mr. Silverstein must have grabbed the wrong person in the chaos," Naylor said, offering the only explanation that made

finally processed what had

barreling

but he didn't

turned to Sylvie, his voice low and hoarse.

steady. "I'm

didn't spare Elodie a single glance after that, as if

to stop the bleeding. "You need a hospital. That's a deep cut-could

immediately called for a car. "Get Mr. Silverstein

scene was on the

his face thunderous, frantically checking Elodie from

suffered so much

directing people and restoring