How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 245

Elodie had always known the old lady was fond of her cooking.

After simmering the soup to perfection, she sat with the old woman as they ate and chatted for a while. When they finished, the old lady asked Elodie to fetch a gift from the bedroom she and Jarrod used to share.

As Elodie stepped into the living room, she caught sight of Jarrod at the dining table, finishing off a bowl of soup while scrolling through his iPad. He ate with the same polite restraint as always, not a drop spilled.

She was surprised to see him back so soon—especially since he’d just had dinner with Sylvie. And yet, he’d polished off the soup she’d just made.

Hadn’t he already eaten with Sylvie?

Sensing her gaze, Jarrod finally looked up, unhurried and cool. “Something wrong?”

He seemed genuinely puzzled by the way she was staring at him.

Elodie frowned, said nothing, and turned away to fetch the gift the old lady had prepared for her.

The bedroom was just as she remembered. Even the small personal items she’d left behind were still there.

The gift was a diamond-studded women’s watch. Elodie recognized the brand—definitely not cheap.

But it was a token of the old woman’s affection, and Elodie didn’t dwell on it. She simply tucked it away.

As she stepped out of the bedroom, the door barely open, she heard Jarrod’s low voice coming from the end of the hall. “Yeah, there’s a lot to manage in the early stages.”

“The Fielding family? Her mother put in five million, and with Sylvie’s equity for her tech contributions, they’ve got forty percent. I’ll set aside another twenty percent as an option pool, and I’ll send extra management over later.”

Elodie froze mid-step, surprised.