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...

came down to

was a

worse than Elodie, knowing her own father

herself to The Silverstein Group headquarters, made tough calls, and

the second branch made their move-they secretly allied with some on the board, hoping to get their people promoted at the next meeting. They're aiming

was just the

for the stalled project on

had their way, they'd

headquarters ran too deep; they couldn't

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

stand the way he looked at Elodie, as if he wished he

should be grateful for your decisive wife. She stabilized the situation, signed the liability agreement herself, and took the

She even made it clear she was willing to use her connections, reputation be damned. Abthis point, the project doesn't have a choice-it

all

like Klein wasn't something you could

only

strings for outside help

to rally

down Sprague's ambitions to return and

pale face and then at her injured

arm.

He swallowed hard.

together herself, yet she'd still gone toe-to-toe

her death, and with his