How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

"No need," Jarrod replied, glancing over at the cabinet. "Would you mind grabbing a blanket and covering Elodie?"

Lucinda felt a surge of annoyance catch in her throat.

"I just got here, and the moment you open your eyes you're already ordering me

to take care of your wife?" Though she complained, she lowered her voice out of respect for the sleeping Elodie.

Jarrod didn't have much energy to argue, his tone lazy and indifferent. "If I were able to move, I wouldn't be asking you."

"...."

Now Lucinda was sure of it.

Jarrod couldn't be that badly hurt-he woke up and the first thing he did was find a way to get under her skin.

She pressed her lips together, but still turned to fetch a clean blanket. Moving carefully, she draped it softly over Elodie.

Then, face still cold, she looked back at Jarrod. "Happy now?"

Jarrod just gave a languid nod. "Thank you for your trouble."

Lucinda huffed and sat down on the other side of the room. She'd already gotten most of the story from Andrea.

Instinctively, she wanted to blame Elodie—after all, Malcom was Elodie's father.

But...

it came down to

was a victim

feel worse than Elodie, knowing her own

to The Silverstein Group headquarters, made

their move-they secretly allied with some on the board, hoping

was

managed to pin the blame for the stalled project on Jarrod, hoping to use it as

had their way, they'd have voted to

headquarters ran too deep; they couldn't shake

look surprised or anxious. His gaze lingered on Elodie's face for a moment before he spoke, voice calm. "That sounds

looked at Elodie, as

decisive wife. She stabilized the situation, signed the liability agreement herself, and took the fall

her connections, reputation be damned. Abthis point, the project

all

from someone like Klein wasn't something

was only

for outside

managed to

Sprague's ambitions to

at Elodie's pale face and then

arm.

He swallowed hard.

yet she'd still gone toe-to-toe with

nearly falling to her death, and with his own condition so grave, a heavy ache pressed on Jarrod's