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.

asking Elodie why

as she pleased. Without a second thought, she tossed

a glass of water. "Here, Jarrod. Have

straight ahead,

breakfast lying

her expression unchanged. This was exactly what

Of course.

it would

in Jarrod's life, was nothing but an ugly

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

affection for her was something Elodie could never

the day

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

drone itself was one issue, the operator's skill another. Incidents like this served as

technical aspects and safety concerns before

glanced at the clock-almost

about making herself some

she got up,

at the screen. It was

at the caller ID for a few seconds before picking

"Hi, Grandma."

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