How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 214

In that moment, Elodie understood—Jarrod was talking about VistaLink Technologies switching team members.

There was nothing in his voice or expression that hinted at annoyance. He was as detached as ever, cool and unreadable.

But that sentence.

Was he here to interrogate her?

Or just being sarcastic?

She hesitated, her steps slowing, but decided it wasn’t worth the effort to dissect his intentions. Without a word, she kept walking.

Jarrod probably didn’t notice her reaction. He slipped his lighter back into his pocket, then turned to her again. “The decision to replace someone—was that your suggestion?”

Of course.

Elodie stopped and angled her head toward him, her tone flat. “If you’re dissatisfied, Mr. Silverstein, there’s no obligation to work with us.”

She didn’t bother to explain further. There was no point in launching into a drawn-out debate over Sylvie’s departure from the project. It was meaningless.

Jarrod looked her up and down, his gaze steady. Elodie seemed utterly unfazed, as if the entire matter was insignificant, barely worth mentioning.

After a moment, he chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in the sound.

His lips curled with a hint of irony, and his eyes were as clear and impenetrable as ever. “So ‘not working together’ is the harshest thing you can come up with?”

Elodie’s brow furrowed. Something about his words made her uneasy—so casual, as if he didn’t take her seriously at all.

Yet Jarrod showed no intention of arguing about VistaLink Technologies’ decision. With a dismissive glance at Elodie, he stepped past her and slipped into the private dining room where Selma and Sylvie were waiting.

From inside, she could just make out Sylvie’s gentle voice: “Jarrod, my mom rarely gets a day off from the hospital. Thank you for making time to have dinner with us.”