How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 264

Jarrod just watched Elodie in silence, saying nothing more.

His eyes, dark and unreadable, betrayed not the faintest hint of emotion.

There was a chill to him-aloof, almost indifferent.

Elodie had made her point clear and had no intention of lingering. She turned and headed straight for the door.

Passing by Sylvie, she didn't even blink, her gaze fixed forward as she walked right past her without a glance.

Sylvie couldn't help but frown.

She had no idea what Elodie was doing here.

But as she quickly gathered her thoughts, she guessed... Was it because Jarrod had, by some twist of fate, saved Elodie back at the Warwick estate? Had that given Elodie some misguided hope some illusion that there was a chance left to cling to or something that could still be salvaged?

Sylvie found Elodie's self-importance insufferable.

Especially women like her.

Women who kept an ambiguous relationship with Alexander, weighing her options, and now-what? Decided Jarrod was the better bet?

Still, Sylvie kept her thoughts to herself.

bother asking Elodie why

the bed, assuming she had every right to do as she pleased. Without a second thought, she tossed the cheap breakfast Elodie

a glass of water. "Here, Jarrod. Have

straight ahead,

to the lonely breakfast lying in

unchanged.

Of course.

known it would be like

was nothing but an ugly

years Elodie spent with him not add up to what Sylvie had in

affection for her was something Elodie could never hope

the day

started a video call with Alexander to discuss the accident at the Warwick estate the day before, and pinpoint the

itself was one issue, the

an hour, dissecting technical aspects and safety

glanced at the clock-almost

about making herself

she got up, her

screen. It was

for a few seconds before picking

"Hi, Grandma."

sounded weary. "Sweetheart, are you alright? Yesterday must've given