How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 259

Alexander pressed his lips together, worry flickering in his eyes as he glanced at Elodie.

Elodie, however, remained unmoved by the words swirling around her.

After all, she knew they were only speaking the truth.

Joseph didn’t rush to leave. In the end, he walked over and offered her a reassuring look. “You don’t need to worry. Everything will be fine.”

Elodie pressed her lips together, casting a quick glance at the bloodstain on the floor.

It was obvious—the injury was serious.

With a weary sigh, she rubbed her forehead and finally managed, “Thank you.”

The Warwick family wasted no time in containing the situation. After an investigation, they discovered the cause: a navigation system malfunction had led to the loss of control.

Once Raleigh had calmed everyone, he turned and instructed, “Let’s keep this as quiet as possible. In a day or two, I’ll go apologize to Mr. Silverstein personally.”

When they left the Warwick estate, Elodie’s brow stayed furrowed.

She checked the time.

It was already half past nine.

She had no idea which hospital Jarrod had gone to, or how bad things really were.

For something like this to happen at such a crucial moment—her feelings were a tangled mess. She and Jarrod had spent three years together, day in and day out, and she had never seen him in such a desperate state.

Maybe Jarrod had made a mistake in the chaos, trying to save Sylvie and grabbing the wrong person. But the truth was, he’d spared Elodie from serious injury. In her current condition, any physical trauma could have been disastrous.

After a long moment of deliberation, Elodie decided she had to call and find out how badly he was hurt.

But Jarrod’s phone never connected.

Eventually, all she got was a monotone: “The number you are trying to reach is busy. Please try again later…”

She guessed someone had deliberately cut her off.

She didn’t try again.

Instead, she looked at the calendar.

Tomorrow.