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How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 258

Elodie’s pupils widened in shock.

The roar of the helicopter’s blades thundered in her ears, the spinning rotors slicing closer by the second.

She instinctively tried to back away, but a shadow suddenly swept over her. Before she could react, a pair of strong arms enveloped her, pulling her swiftly to the side and out of harm’s way.

All around, startled cries erupted.

Someone managed to bring the drone under control just in time, guiding it safely to a halt under the covered walkway.

Elodie was still frozen, her mind reeling, when Sylvie’s anxious voice broke through the chaos. “Jarrod! Are you okay?!”

It was only then that Elodie, still trembling, forced her eyes open.

Jarrod’s dark, fathomless gaze met hers. His brow was furrowed, his expression grim, pupils dilated. She’d never seen Jarrod look so cold and intimidating.

Realizing how shaken she was, he immediately let her go.

As Jarrod stood, Elodie noticed for the first time that the sleeve of his suit was shredded, blood streaming down his right arm and pooling on the ground beneath them. His palm and fingers were a mess of scrapes and cuts.

Sylvie rushed over, her face ashen. “Jarrod, are you badly hurt?”

Maurice and the others gathered around, their faces tense and worried.

“What happened? Why did you suddenly…” Maurice glanced at Elodie, hesitating before finishing the question to Jarrod.

Why would Jarrod risk himself to save Elodie?

Naylor and his team hurried over, the gravity of the situation finally sinking in.

“Just now, Ms. Fielding was standing close to Elodie. Mr. Silverstein must have grabbed the wrong person in the chaos,” Naylor said, offering the only explanation that made sense.

The people around them finally processed what had happened.

Moments ago, Jarrod had been standing between Ms. Fielding and Ms. Thorne. When the drone came barreling through, blocking out the light and making it impossible to see, instinct alone had taken over.

Jarrod’s scowl deepened, but he didn’t deny it.

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