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?"

Jarrod spare

look on the waiter's face, frowned. "What's that supposed to

her head, eyeing the

Thorne might be busy. She's meeting with

sentence sent a chill through the

"And? They're siblings, aren't they? There's nothing scandalous

be alone with Ivan Harcourt- especially not with this waiter making a point to mention it in front of Jarrod, and with so

to recall something. "I heard Mr. Harcourt was adopted by the Harcourt family? I actually know his fiancée. She's always been a little jealous of Elodie. Does the older sister really get jealous of the younger

to engage, striding off toward

arm. Her gaze was icy, and she lowered her voice. "Mr. Silverstein, I have quite @few connections, and I've heard some gossip from Ms Jett. There's history between Elodie and Mr. Harcourt. If they're alone together now, who knows what people might assume? My advice-don't do anything rash. Wait until Elodie comes

Ms. Jett told me that Elodie's pregnant.

finally looked down at her, his

his gaze, unflinching. She arched a brow, her next words sharp. "That's all I get? Don't tell me you didn't

had found it suspicious. Clearly, Elodie was

suspecting there was something

your concern, Miss Aldridge," Jarrod replied coldly, brushing past

flicker of