How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 269

He glanced down at his right arm. The pain was relentless, burrowing deep through nerves and bone, radiating out to every limb, impossible to ignore and intensely aggravating.

Albin frowned in concern. "What's wrong?"

Wasn't it better to end things on a good note? Why not walk her out?

Jarrod finally looked up. His refined, handsome features betrayed nothing. With long strides, he headed toward the door, his voice cool and distant.

"No reason to ruin her good mood."

Albin was caught off guard, puzzlement flickering in his eyes. In the end, he simply shook his head, letting it go.

At the bus stop, Elodie pulled out her old SIM card.

She slid a brand new one into her phone.

She stared at the old card for a moment.

She'd had this number for over a decade.

There was a pang of reluctance.

But she was ready to start over.

card in half and tossed

time-almost noon. She had a meeting with Joseph at two, and for

been running on adrenaline

to call a cab, a familiar black Rolls-Royce pulled out

Elodie's brow furrowed.

recognized the car-it was

who was driving the Maybach she'd seen

clicked into

with Jarrod after all. It seemed the two

separately, each taking their

the details didn't matter

her ride

and slid into

message in the private group chat with Esmeralda and Alexander:

Across the street-

driver caught sight of Elodie and spoke up without thinking. "Ma'am Ms. Thorne

back seat, Jarrod was turning the newly issued

He seemed unfazed and directed

turned the

was only a few

arrived, Jarrod stepped out