How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 268

Elodie had just finished with the fingerprint scan.

When the clerk asked for confirmation, she lifted her head, her eyes calm and clear. "Yes, I'm doing this of my own free will."

Jarrod glanced sideways at her, taking in the way her expression seemed almost icily detached. She had never looked so resolute, nor so at ease.

There was something urgent about her demeanor too—a subtle, restless energy that he couldn't quite ignore.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he finally looked away, nodding in silence.

The clerk noted the lack of any outburst or flare of emotion between them. No bickering, no raised voices, not even the flush of anger. It was as if two strangers had shown up to untangle a tiresome matter.

Once the fingerprint and ID information were entered into the system, the clerk pressed the steel stamp down onto the paperwork.

sound, Elodie felt something tremble inside her chest-not too heavy,

each memory leaving its mark as if branded on

for Jarrod's love, she now yearned to be free of the

had taken something from

marriage was finally in her hands did Elodie feel

reaction or his face- whether he was relieved or regretful didn't matter

documents from the proceedings. The bag was crammed with receipts and

already there, stooping beside her. He picked up a folded slip with his left

was folded, only a few words were visible: "Surgical

see the full heading, but it was clearly a hospital

paused, frowning slightly. "Did you

snatched the slip from his hand before he could finish. Her face was cold and sharp, her tone cutting. “Mr. Silverstein, I'd appreciate

that they were