How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 316

None of this had been expected.

By the time anyone realized what was happening, it was already too late.

Sylvie shot up from her seat, her expression a tangled mess of shock and confusion as she stared at the now-empty doorway where the figure had vanished.

It wasn't just her.

Everyone seated around the large dining table sat in stunned silence for several seconds, their minds completely blank. The only sound was a waiter, pale as a sheet and wringing his hands in panic, stammering over and over, "I'm so sorry, so sorry... I didn't see... I didn't notice..."

That's when Naylor finally pieced it together.

Something was wrong with Elodie.

But none of them had actually seen what happened to her. It all happened so fast.

By the time he realized, Elodie was doubled over in pain, her whole body crumpling.

But what really mattered...

The person who'd just swept Elodie into his arms and rushed her out the door-

Was Jarrod.

already carried her out and was speeding her

he'd seen was Elodie suddenly about to collapse he hadn't

apologetic but urgent. "I'm sorry, Elodie's not feeling well. If you don't mind,

concerned. "Of course,

have guessed that, in a crisis, Jarrod would be the first to react.

his expression now grave. He glanced at Sylvie, who looked

all, Jarrod

made sense for

not the least bit flustered by the sudden chaos. With perfect composure, she turned to Klein, offered a polite farewell,

pain had at least brought her mind back to

arrived at the nearest hospital, Jarrod got out first, opened the

her strength and slapped his

at her,

to get out of the car. The moment her feet hit the ground, her knees nearly

and scooped her up again, completely unfazed by the way she glared at him or how her fists pounded weakly against

didn't even seem to

put up much of a fight-her efforts grew feeble, her

her straight

over. "Bring the

laid Elodie down on a