How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 261

Jarrod glanced sideways, his expression unreadable.

"Thanks for stepping in," he said quietly.

Joseph nodded toward Jarrod's bandaged arm. "You need to have that dressing changed soon?"

Jarrod murmured an affirmative.

Maurice let out a long sigh. "You really went all in, didn't you? So worried about Sylvie getting hurt, you didn't even think about yourself."

The drone-with its payload-had to weigh at least 130 pounds, heavier than Sylvie herself. It wasn't surprising Jarrod had thrown himself in the way without hesitation. No one expected, though, that in the chaos, with the light completely blocked out, he'd end up protecting the wrong person.

At least, thank God, Sylvie hadn't been hurt.

Hearing Maurice's words, Sylvie frowned a little, her face a mix of concern, relief, and something like gratitude.

Joseph, for his part, was still a bit shaken by the whole thing. If Jarrod hadn't made that mistake, Elodie would have been the one injured.

"So what exactly happened? How'd you

was so strong, I couldn't keep my eyes open. I lost

doctor say how long you'll be

a moment. His wounds weren't just surface-deep—a bone was cracked too. His right arm was useless for now. Maurice lounged back on the sofa, biting into an apple. "As long as

quiet, thinking. Suddenly, she looked up.

glanced up from his

experienced. I've heard Dr. Warwick's pretty renowned internationally, but I'm not sure exactly what

her candor. But he'd already arranged for Elodie to meet with

sure about that

managed a small smile. "It's all right. We'll

later, Sylvie stepped outside to take a

opportunity to lean in and inspect Jarrod's arm. His skin crawled at the thought. "That's not

and barely

the

caused real harm. For her to