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.

shocked paralysis, Jarrod had already carried her out and

he'd seen was Elodie suddenly about to

apologetic but urgent. "I'm sorry, Elodie's not feeling

genuinely concerned. "Of course,

Jarrod would be the first to react. Alexander gave a quick

chair, his expression now grave. He glanced at Sylvie, who looked utterly unreadable. "Ms. Fielding, shall

Jarrod

made sense for Sylvie to be

nothing. Calmly, she nodded, not the least bit flustered by the sudden chaos. With

the pain had

hospital, Jarrod got out first, opened the

face deathly pale, mustered her strength and slapped his hand away

stone-cold. He stared at

out of the car. The moment her feet hit the ground, her

ignored her protest, bent down, and scooped her up again, completely unfazed by

even seem

was in too much pain to put up much of a fight-her efforts

carried her straight into

hurried over. "Bring the

gently laid Elodie down