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.

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

as for apologizing... Sylvie knew it wouldn't

feel Jarrod's anger simmering beneath his calm facade,

help glancing at him in

He's... actually angry?

jaw, her face rigid and

Why should

shuttered coldly. "If

caught

know everything... even about her plan to use her connections to

icy despair swept

He instinctively reached for his pack of cigarettes, about to fight one, but

eyes fixed

watched him

in love but now, even with Sylvie in

pragmatic. Even toward a woman

could be this merciless.

Elodie saw

Jarrod was standing up for her, demanding justice. But really,

caught in a

agreed time to escape was drawing closer. If this dragged on, she'd lose her only

to crumble; her eyes

into a painful knot. Deep down, she knew that Jarrod's demand for an