How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 634

Elodie thought back to the night before.

Her emotions had been too raw and unsettled to notice anything odd at the time. All she remembered was that when Jarrod appeared in front of her, he looked exhausted, his clothes soaked through. Beyond that, she hadn't picked up on anything, and he hadn't offered a single clue.

Men in Jarrod's position couldn't afford to be sentimental, not in business. He wouldn't have secured control of the Silverstein family, especially with the foreign branch constantly vying for power, if he hadn't been ruthlessly decisive. With that kind of cutthroat approach, it was inevitable he'd make enemies. Sometimes, people with nowhere left to turn did desperate things.

She was still mulling this over when an email pinged into her inbox.

It was from Jarrod his personal information, sent over for her to submit and resolve the immediate issue.

She stared at the email for a while, and, satisfied that he seemed fine, she casually messaged Alexander: [Nothing major.]

As for the unresolved divorce, she decided she'd rather bring it up in person with her friends. Sometimes, she needed their advice-or at least to hear how they'd handle things. Even thinking about how or when to deal with it made her feel exhausted.

The next morning.

Elodie got ready and headed out.

The apartment door across from hers was impossible to ignore, and Alexander's words lingered in her mind. Jarrod was just that kind of person-whatever he had to say, good or bad, depended entirely on his mood.

didn't hesitate, turned on her heel, and took the

even made it upstairs before she heard

why haven't you been answering

turned. There in the lounge, waiting for her, sat

Elodie's gaze turned icy.

either didn't

like the perfect dad. "It's been a while since you've been home, sweetheart. Why haven't you

something important."

Elodie a mocking look. "Dad, she's a big shot now-of course

above the

come right

they were her father

not a single person here had invited them upstairs-they'd been left waiting in the lobby. Typical, Elodie

half-heartedly. "Your sister isn't like that. She's always been respectful. Don't say things like that in front of

sarcasm. "Right. We

Elodie, no need to be difficult with your father. I really do have something important to discuss, but this isn't the place. We

refusing to give

Reba's expression soured.

lost his genial mask. "This concerns you, Elodie.