How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 487

Lucinda rarely meddled in Jarrod's life. She only voiced her opinion when

absolutely necessary, but now, it was clear Jarrod had no intention of doing as she wished.

That made Lucinda frown, her thoughts turning inward as she weighed her next

move.

Octavia, however, saw things differently.

She was shocked-yes-but also secretly a little pleased, and even a bit annoyed.

The fact that Elodie hadn't told her anything felt like a real slap in the face.

After stewing over it for a while, Octavia decided it was time for something she hadn't done in ages: she was going to call Elodie.

She wanted an explanation, and it had better be a good one.

But when she dialed the number-

A robotic voice answered: "We're sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service..."

unable

her number? Change it? When did this

didn't bother to

welled up; her eyes burned with

earth was Elodie playing

events at Verdant University had been rewarding for Elodie, but they'd also drained her. She'd spent hours talking with senior colleagues before finally heading home, so exhausted she nearly passed out

Technologies, Alexander had already been bustling

The phones started ringing off the hook first thing this morning-Esmeralda's still stuck in the conference room handling

independent research from a

meant it-he and Esmeralda had shouldered most of

need to thank us. If

I should be

you, VistaLink would never

6king waves like this.

a team accomplishment. None of us could have

Esmeralda managed operations; Elodie led the research. Truth was,

never took that for granted. Just then, a knock sounded at

her head in. "Ms. Thorne, you