How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 338

Chapter 338

Elodie's voice was steady as ice-each word clear, clipped, and utterly detached. Even in anger, she never lost control; her calm, restrained demeanor was somehow more unsettling than outright fury.

Her gaze, frosted and unyielding, was fixed squarely on Jarrod.

She didn't even bother directing her accusation at Sylvie and Selma. They weren't worth the effort. Elodie refused to stoop to their level or get dragged into a scene with them.

She knew all too well how people measured their actions by the company they kept. If not for Jarrod's silent indulgence, Selma wouldn't have dared to act this way.

Why was that?

Because even when Jarrod said nothing, his mere presence emboldened them.

So Elodie went straight to the root of the problem.

Jarrod's expression didn't change. Underneath that surface calm was the habitual indifference of someone who'd spent years not caring.

He said nothing.

pressed into a thin line, her eyes mocking. "Elodie,

here just to

cake was being shared with a lot of people. Maybe it was

glinted with

this was her

mistake, was it? Then perhaps I should

face changed completely, a flash of cold sharpness crossing her features.

of them had seen Elodie

to throw a

"Let's talk outside."

At last.

spoke, his voice as calm and flat as ever, betraying nothing of his true

concerned about disturbing Selma's peace. It was

spare Sylvie or Selma so much as a glance as she followed him out. In the corridor, Jarrod

is your business. I care about one thing: the outcome. Those two need to be transferred to another hospital today. I don't want them or

except when it came to her family. That was her line

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