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.

rushed over, her face ashen. "Jarrod,

others gathered around,

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

Jarrod risk himself

hurried over, the

the

finally

When the drone came barreling through, blocking out the light and making it impossible to

scowl deepened, but he didn't

to Sylvie, his voice low

but steady. "I'm fine. Don't worry

didn't spare Elodie a single glance after that, as if it really had been nothing more than

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

called for a car. "Get Mr. Silverstein to

was on the verge of

over, his face thunderous, frantically checking Elodie from head

suffered so much

the crowd. Raleigh, ever the professional in a crisis, began directing people and restoring order. Klein shot Elodie a quick