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.

thin line, her eyes mocking. "Elodie, have you forgotten

just to make

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

eyes glinted with cold

this was her

frosty half-smile. "A mistake, was it? Then perhaps I should 'accidentally' let slip

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

the first time either of them had

was dignified to throw a tantrum like this, in front

"Let's talk outside."

At last.

he finally spoke, his voice as calm and

not seeming the least bit concerned about disturbing Selma's peace. It

Selma so much as a glance as she followed him out. In the corridor, Jarrod leaned against the wall, looking down at her with those fathomless dark

to be transferred to another hospital today. I don't want them or anyone else bothering the Thorne

could tolerate almost anything except when it came to her family. That was her

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