How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 261

Jarrod glanced sideways, his expression unreadable.

"Thanks for stepping in," he said quietly.

Joseph nodded toward Jarrod’s bandaged arm. "You need to have that dressing changed soon?"

Jarrod murmured an affirmative.

Maurice let out a long sigh. "You really went all in, didn’t you? So worried about Sylvie getting hurt, you didn’t even think about yourself."

The drone—with its payload—had to weigh at least 130 pounds, heavier than Sylvie herself. It wasn’t surprising Jarrod had thrown himself in the way without hesitation. No one expected, though, that in the chaos, with the light completely blocked out, he’d end up protecting the wrong person.

At least, thank God, Sylvie hadn’t been hurt.

Hearing Maurice’s words, Sylvie frowned a little, her face a mix of concern, relief, and something like gratitude.

Joseph, for his part, was still a bit shaken by the whole thing. If Jarrod hadn’t made that mistake, Elodie would have been the one injured.

He hesitated a moment, then asked, "So what exactly happened? How’d you end up grabbing the wrong person?"

Jarrod stirred his bowl of soup with a spoon, his face calm and composed. "The rotor wash was so strong, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I lost track of direction."

Joseph nodded, understanding. A drone that size could do real damage.

"Did the doctor say how long you’ll be stuck here?" Sylvie asked.

"About a week, give or take," Jarrod replied after a moment. His wounds weren’t just surface-deep—a bone was cracked too. His right arm was useless for now.

Maurice lounged back on the sofa, biting into an apple. "As long as nothing vital got hit, you’ll be fine."

Sylvie fell quiet, thinking. Suddenly, she looked up. "By the way—what’s Dr. Warwick’s specialty?"

"Why?" Joseph glanced up from his phone.