How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 589

"Jarrod, what's that supposed to mean?" Sylvie's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she fought to keep her emotions in check.

He looked at her, his gaze deep, unreadable. Even though his expression was calm and composed, something about it sent a chill racing down Sylvie's spine.

"I was late because I had to deal with something. Is that a problem?" Jarrod's tone was perfectly even, betraying nothing.

But Sylvie felt her heart clench with dread.

Elodie, watching Sylvie's reaction, suddenly understood everything.

At a time like this, who else would try something so underhanded?

What really surprised her was that Sylvie would still dare to play dirty, knowing full

well she'd be held accountable for her actions. And instead of just cutting her losses and slipping away, Sylvie had to drag Elodie down with her?

"Oh? I honestly thought you weren't coming." Sylvie steadied her voice, as if she hadn't the faintest idea what Jarrod had been dealing with.

Jarrod's eyes were icy as he looked at her. Not a single wasted word: "You have two options. First, apologize to her and beg her forgiveness. Second, Andrea- break her filthy hand."

Elodie's eyes widened ever so slightly.

She was stunned to hear words like that from Jarrod, a man who was always so poised, so self-controlled.

Sylvie froze, then stared at him in disbelief.

from Europe as a "special assistant," but everyone knew she was really Jarrod's bodyguard. Keith

Sylvie knew it wouldn't be as simple as just

simmering beneath his calm facade, and though he still looked compos his words were

help glancing at him in

He's... actually angry?

her jaw, her face rigid and voice trembling with outrage,

wrong? Why should I

shuttered coldly. "If you refuse,

breath caught

even about her plan to use her connections to sneak out of the

icy despair swept

kind of open coldness. He instinctively reached for his pack of cigarettes, about to fight one, but hesitated. His gaze flicked to Elodie beside him, then he tossed the pack

glacial eyes fixed on

watched him

been together so long, once so in love but now, even with

a woman he'd once cared for

could be this merciless.

Elodie saw before

Jarrod was standing up for her, demanding justice. But really, none of this mess was her doing. She was perfectly

caught in a storm of panic

was drawing closer. If this dragged on, she'd

eyes were red

thoughts tangled into a painful knot. Deep down, she knew that Jarrod's demand for an apology was never just about saying a