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.

in shocked paralysis, Jarrod had already carried her

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

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

looked genuinely concerned. "Of course,

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

grave. He glanced at Sylvie,

Jarrod

made sense for Sylvie to

bit flustered by the sudden chaos. With perfect composure, she

Jarrod carried Elodie to the car, the pain had at least brought her mind back to sharp

arrived at the nearest hospital, Jarrod got out first, opened the door, and reached for

and slapped his hand away with a

at

the car. The moment

again, completely unfazed by the way she glared at him or how her

seem to notice the

up much of a fight-her efforts grew

her straight

over. "Bring the patient

laid Elodie down on a