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.

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

are you sounding more and more like Elodie?

a feather,

Anyone watching might think you're Ms. Fielding's boyfriend, the way you're hovering around, being so 'helpful." Alexander's

froze. He glanced quickly at Jarrod, his expression darkening. "Mr. Silverstein, don't get

don't owe me an explanation, Mr. Mercer. You owe Ms. Thorne an apology," Jarrod

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

Grady. She only looked up at Jarrod, her tone cold. "Aren't you here for the

pretending to

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

up around Sylvie, one thing after another.

Silverstein, at

all your visits," Alexander remarked dryly,

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

scowled, understanding Jarrod's meaning all too well. If they didn't talk today, VistaLink would