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How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 244

Elodie stood a short distance away, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a perfect view of the gleaming office tower across the street.

“Is something wrong?” Her mind raced.

Potential conflicts between Neural Intelligence and VistaLink Technologies flashed through her thoughts.

Jarrod was probably still in his office; the quiet clatter of keys drifted from his end. His voice was calm, unhurried. “The caretaker called from the old house. Grandma caught a bad cold—some mild pneumonia. She just got back from the hospital. If you have time, could you go check on her?”

Elodie frowned instinctively, worry flickering across her face.

She really was concerned for the old woman’s health. Early spring chills always made people more susceptible to illness.

Before she could reply, Jarrod continued, his tone distant but even: “She told me yesterday she’s got a birthday present for you she hasn’t given you yet. You could pick it up while you’re there.”

That jogged Elodie’s memory; Grandma had mentioned the gift during a phone call back when she was at Goldspire.

“She never fusses over anyone else the way she does you. But if you’re busy, forget about it.” Jarrod didn’t push, his voice cool and detached.

“I’ll go see her,” Elodie agreed quietly.

She remembered all too well how the old woman had treated her over the years.

Whether out of obligation or genuine affection, it was only right to visit.

She gazed at the office tower opposite, then asked calmly, “The waiting period’s almost over. Should I have Keith send the notice, or do you want to set a time?”

“Jarrod?” A woman’s voice—Sylvie—came faintly through the phone. “Who are you talking to? Take a break, will you? I got dinner for us.”

The line went dead. Three short beeps.

No answer.

Elodie was used to this kind of abruptness. She slipped her phone away and turned, composed.

Jarrod hadn’t given her a clear response. She’d have to find a chance to get a straight answer.

Divorce wasn’t something you took lightly.

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