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.

a moment, then asked, "So what exactly happened? How'd you end up grabbing the

was so strong, I couldn't keep my eyes open. I lost track of direction." Joseph nodded,

doctor say how long you'll

too. His right arm was useless for now. Maurice lounged back on the sofa, biting into an apple. "As long as nothing

Suddenly, she looked up. "By the way—what's Dr. Warwick's

glanced up from

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

momentarily surprised by her candor. But he'd already arranged

about that stuff. I can't make

disappointment crossed Sylvie's face, but she managed a small smile.

outside to take a work

arm. His

opened his laptop and barely looked up. "Could

in disbelief. "You know, Elodie must have a guardian angel. You basically took the hit for her, and she didn't get so much as a

harm. For her to walk away untouched-it had to be pure