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.

a decisive snap, Elodie broke the old card

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

adrenaline ever since leaving the

lifted her head to call a cab, a familiar black Rolls-Royce pulled out from the city hall parking lot across

Elodie's brow furrowed.

recognized the car-it

was driving the Maybach she'd seen earlier

answer clicked into

come to city hall with Jarrod after

separately, each taking

the details didn't matter

her

her aching temples and slid into the back

group chat with Esmeralda and

Across the street-

car, the driver caught sight of Elodie and spoke up without thinking.

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

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

driver immediately turned the

a few

stepped out