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

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

head, eyeing the

busy. She's meeting with

single sentence sent a chill through

siblings, aren't they? There's nothing scandalous about that. No need for

felt off. Elodie had no reason to be alone with Ivan Harcourt- especially not with this waiter making a point to mention it in front of Jarrod,

his fiancée. She's always been a little jealous of Elodie.

bothered to engage,

heard some gossip from Ms Jett. There's history between Elodie and Mr. Harcourt. If they're

paused, feigning nonchalance. "Besides, Ms. Jett told me that Elodie's pregnant.

looked down at her, his

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

had mentioned this yesterday, and Patricia had found it suspicious. Clearly,

was something between Elodie and

Aldridge," Jarrod replied coldly, brushing past her without

his retreating figure, a flicker of something unreadable passing through