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 out and was speeding

seen was Elodie suddenly about to collapse he

he still managed to turn to Klein, voice apologetic but urgent. "I'm sorry, Elodie's not feeling

looked genuinely concerned. "Of

would be the first to react. Alexander gave a quick nod,

also rose from his chair, his expression now grave. He glanced at Sylvie, who looked utterly unreadable. "Ms. Fielding, shall we go check

all, Jarrod was Sylvie's

for

not the least bit flustered by the sudden chaos. With perfect composure, she turned to

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

arrived at the nearest hospital, Jarrod got out

deathly pale, mustered her strength and slapped his hand

at her, eyes dark

to get out of the car. The moment her feet hit

and scooped her up again, completely unfazed

even seem to notice the

in too much pain to put up much of a fight-her efforts grew feeble, her

straight into the

nurse hurried over. "Bring

set, Jarrod gently laid Elodie down