How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 400

Elodie lifted her head and saw Jarrod standing behind Grady, his face calm and unreadable. With effortless control, he'd stopped Grady in his tracks.

Grady felt a sharp pain between his shoulder blades and was forced to take a step back. The moment he realized who stood behind him, he pressed his lips together. "Mr. Silverstein?"

"You've misunderstood, Mr. Silverstein. I was just having a conversation with Elodie, that's all."

Only then did Jarrod release his grip on Grady, doing so at his own deliberate pace. His gaze slid sideways, landing briefly on Elodie.

Alexander had already stepped in front of Elodie the instant Grady reached out, acting as her shield. Now, seeing things calm down, he relaxed slightly, though his expression remained icy.

Grady couldn't help but rub his aching shoulder, eyeing Alexander with suspicion. "Mr. Sterling, are you here to defend Ms. Fielding's honor?"

After all, Jarrod was Ms. Fielding's boyfriend. And with everything Ms. Fielding had endured, it made sense for him to show up and settle the score.

Grady, for his part, had just learned about all the trouble Sylvie had stirred up. In his agitation, he'd rushed over without thinking.

actual boyfriend is here. You don't need to play the white knight anymore," Alexander snapped, finally losing his patience. Even

face twisted in surprise. "Mr. Sterling, why are you sounding more and more like Elodie? Haven't you picked up some bad

a feather,

you find our words unpleasant, Mr. Mercer, maybe you should reflect on your own behavior. Anyone watching might think you're Ms. Fielding's

at Jarrod, his expression darkening. "Mr. Silverstein, don't get the

You owe Ms. Thorne an apology," Jarrod replied, his voice

hadn't actually done anything to Elodie— he'd just asked her to

up at Jarrod, her

bother pretending to

bother to explain himself. Even when Elodie's gaze turned frosty, it didn't faze him. He simply asked, "Do you have a moment to

piling up around Sylvie, one thing after another. Just today, Professor Abbott had publicly withdrawn his support-she'd lost

Silverstein, at

Technologies will be worn out by all your visits," Alexander remarked dryly, having

to him, his tone measured. "If you're really worried about that, Mr. Sterling, why don't we

If they didn't talk today,