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

odd look on the waiter's face, frowned.

her head, eyeing the waiter

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

single sentence sent a chill through the

nothing scandalous about that. No need for you to

reason to be alone with Ivan Harcourt- especially not with this waiter making a point to mention it in front of Jarrod, and with so many people within earshot. It

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

engage, striding off toward

history between Elodie and Mr. Harcourt. If they're alone together now, who knows what people might assume? My

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

at

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

had found it suspicious. Clearly, Elodie was hiding something from

there was something

affairs are none of your concern, Miss Aldridge,"

watched his retreating figure, a flicker