How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Sprague's gaze swept instinctively to the ICU, his expression darkening. "What's going on with Jarrod? Something happened?"

He stepped closer, frowning through the glass doors. "Why would he suddenly end up in intensive care?"

It was clear that Sprague had just run into them by chance-his surprise looked genuine.

Elodie had already calmed down; her face showed nothing of alarm. She glanced at Andrea before turning to Sprague. "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious. You don't have to worry, really."

Sprague shook his head, unconvinced. "He didn't look alright to me. Since when does a minor injury land you in the ICU? Elodie, we're family. If something's wrong, we face it together-you don't have to be afraid."

Andrea stepped forward, standing between them with flawless poise. "Mr. Silverstein's already turned in for the night. There's no need to worry. If you'd like, he can call you himself tomorrow to let you know he's okay."

Sprague's eyes lingered on Andrea.

He'd heard of this man before.

Whenever it came to Jarrod's most important business, Andrea was always the one entrusted. Even among executive assistants, Andrea was in a league of his own-utterly reliable.

Elodie shifted the conversation. "Big brother, what are you doing at the hospital so late, anyway?" Her tone was light and almost casual as she looked at him.

Sprague finally replied, "My mother's been having migraines and couldn't sleep. I thought I'd bring her in for a check-up. Didn't expect to run into you all."

There was nothing Elodie could say to that she couldn't exactly accuse him of spying, after all.

about things here—it's nothing." She showed no sign of wanting to say more, her demeanor calm and

a moment. "If you say it's nothing, Elodie, I'll trust you. If Jarrod's up

Elodie nodded.

Sprague turn and

retreating figure,

had just said about the recent situation with the Silverstein Group, she was sure: Sprague hadn't just happened to show up-he'd been tracking Jarrod's movements, maybe for

go back and keep an eye on the company. If anything happens, call me right away." She made the

stakes. He nodded solemnly. "Alright.

Andrea left.

the hospital room for a

Jarrod, still unconscious. The

in her chest. She drew in a shaky

she was upset-she'd be

fall had startled her, but seeing Jarrod throw himself forward

ask him, was he out of his

miscalculation, and things could

was a grown woman, not exactly heavy, but certainly not

doctor had said, if not for Jarrod, with her slight frame and the awkward landing, she could have easily died-or, if luck was onher side, still been paralyzed

her hand against the glass, her voice barely a whisper. "Jarrod, you're

the hospital and climbed into his