How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 623

Luckily, Jarrod was quick. He threw a punch and smashed the bottle in Ivan's hand before it could hit anyone.

Elodie saw blood welling at Jarrod's knuckles.

The two men crashed into each other, grappling violently.

The alcohol seemed to drain from Ivan's system in an instant. Eyes bloodshot, he fixed Jarrod with a wild stare, his lips split in a twisted grin. "Jarrod, let me be honest with you. Elodie's always had a place for me in her heart. You could have any woman you want-why break us apart? Do us both a favor, let her go. Let us be together. Can't you do that?"

With those words, Jarrod who had been all cold fury-froze for a split second.

That was all the opening Ivan needed.

A sudden, animalistic rage overtook Ivan. He tossed the broken bottleneck aside, grabbed Jarrod by the collar, and slammed him hard against the door.

Bang!

The heavy thud echoed through the room.

Elodie watched it all, a pressure building in her chest until her throat ached. "Enough, Ivan!" she shouted.

temper easily. Even in the worst situations, she'd always tried to stay calm and

kindness Ivan had once shown her, for the memories they'd shared but now, all those good things felt like

obsessively loyal to her family and those she cared

comforting blur of childhood attachment had long since faded. And now, even the last fragile thread of familial affection, woven over more than ten

truth?" she said icily, staring at him. "I don't feel a shred of what you think I do. I was grateful to you once, and

stared at

but

slumped over,

He was thoroughly drunk.

nothing, simply lowering his

Jarrod, bent down, and picked up Ivan's phone from where it had fallen at her feet. He never bothered with a lock screen, so it was easy to

the phone back

he didn't seem to notice. His lips curled into a faint, sardonic smile. "Mr. Harcourt, who told you we

Ivan's face darkened.

at Jarrod, not understanding why he'd suddenly said that,

even appeared

she could dwell on it,