How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 672

At the mention of Jarrod Silverstein's name, Elodie Thorne lowered her gaze, lost in thought for a few moments.

The call with Esmeralda Mercer had already dropped-her signal unreliable as usual.

In the main hall, Esmeralda caught sight of Jarrod, drawing the attention of several people nearby.

Patricia Aldridge arrived at almost the same time as Jarrod. After exchanging a few pleasantries with others, she made her way straight over.

Jarrod ignored everyone else, focusing solely on Esmeralda. "Where's Elodie?" Esmeralda could only shrug; she had no idea.

A nearby waiter, suddenly recalling something as he spotted Jarrod and Esmeralda, pointed toward the left corridor. "Are you looking for Ms. Thorne? She went to the lounge-room 3007."

Jarrod glanced in the direction the waiter indicated.

Patricia approached, her tone brisk. "Mr. Silverstein, Ms. Mercer-haven't seen Ms. Thorne or Mr. Sterling. Where are they?"

But Jarrod was already striding toward the lounge, not sparing anyone else so much as a glance. Right now, confirming Elodie's pregnancy was all that mattered to him. Everything else could wait.

The waiter, as if suddenly recalling something important, called after him, "Wait, Mr. Silverstein—perhaps let me fetch her for you?"

spare the man

on the waiter's face,

head, eyeing

said, "Ms. Thorne might be busy. She's meeting with Mr.

single sentence sent a chill

cold. "And? They're siblings, aren't they? There's nothing scandalous about that. No need for you to

making a point to mention it in front of Jarrod, and with so many people within earshot.

Harcourt was adopted by the Harcourt family? I actually know his fiancée. She's always been a little

bothered to engage,

There's history between Elodie and Mr. Harcourt. If they're alone together now, who knows what people

"Besides, Ms. Jett told

finally looked down at her, his

her next words sharp. "That's all I get? Don't tell me you didn't know. Why wouldn't she tell her own

yesterday, and Patricia had found it suspicious.

was something between Elodie

Miss Aldridge," Jarrod replied coldly, brushing past her

figure, a flicker of