How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 332

Chapter 332

Even someone as level-headed as Elodie found her patience wearing thin.

Ivan had always been this way-overbearing, flamboyant, and sharp-tongued to an infuriating degree.

She snatched her phone from his hand, her expression turning icy cold. "Let go of me," she said, her voice flat.

Ivan's hand was still clamped around her arm.

He had seen this bristling side of Elodie more than once lately. A faint sting prickled somewhere in his chest, but Ivan brushed it aside, letting the discomfort mutate into defiance. His smile grew even colder. "You changed your number and didn't bother to tell me?"

"Do you really think you're that important?" Elodie shot back, her tone calm and utterly dismissive.

For a split second, Ivan was caught off guard. Then the warmth drained from his eyes, replaced by a chill.

Elodie clearly had no intention of arguing further.

With a stony face, she pulled herself free.

Just then, footsteps sounded in the hallway.

the two inside, arched a brow. He glanced at Jarrod beside him and whispered,

expression didn't so much as

Even when she saw Jarrod and Maurice, she didn't so much as glance

greeting was out

even

curved his lips into a careless smile—a half-hearted

on between Ivan and Elodie. Turning to Jarrod, he asked, "What's up with those two? Did they just have a fight? She even shot you

Ping-

phone chimed. He glanced at

Sylvie: Don't worry about picking up an iced drink for

a quick "OK,"

head, Jarrod replied to Maurice,

way he said them, spelled out

ran to their group chat and breathlessly recounted everything he'd just witnessed-right down

Joseph didn't reply.

sent a

she followed up with a thumbs-up, punctuating her mood and

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