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.

asked, "So what exactly happened? How'd you end

soup with a spoon, his face calm and composed. "The rotor wash was so strong, I couldn't keep my

long you'll be stuck here?" Sylvie

was cracked too. His right arm was useless for now. Maurice lounged back on the

fell quiet, thinking. Suddenly, she looked

Joseph glanced up from his

"It's about my mother's follow-up treatment. I was thinking of finding someone more experienced. I've heard Dr. Warwick's pretty

by her candor. But he'd already arranged

about that stuff. I can't make those decisions for

she managed a

later, Sylvie stepped outside

Jarrod's arm. His skin crawled at the thought. "That's not going to

opened his laptop and barely looked up. "Could happen,"

"You know, Elodie must have a guardian angel. You basically took the hit for

her to walk away untouched-it had to