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

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

poured Jarrod a glass of water. "Here, Jarrod.

stared straight ahead,

to the lonely breakfast lying in

arched a brow, her expression unchanged. This was

Of course.

it would be

life, was nothing but an ugly

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

something Elodie could

had the day

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

and design varied wildly in quality. The drone itself was one issue, the operator's skill another.

dissecting technical aspects

at the clock-almost

thought about making herself

she got up,

the screen. It was her

the caller ID for a few seconds before picking

"Hi, Grandma."

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