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.

Elodie broke the old card in half and tossed

had a meeting with Joseph at two, and for now, she had time to

adrenaline ever

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

Elodie's brow furrowed.

the

then, who was driving the Maybach she'd seen

answer clicked

Sylvie hadn't come to city hall with Jarrod after all. It seemed the two

separately, each taking their own

the details didn't matter

her

and slid into the back

a message in the private group chat with Esmeralda

Across the street-

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

back seat, Jarrod was turning the newly issued document over in

expression unreadable. He seemed unfazed and directed his gaze away, voice even: "Head to the business center's service

driver immediately turned the

only a few

Jarrod stepped out