How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 308

Elias Warwick needed just two seconds to size up Elodie when he saw her.

He gave a curt nod.

Elodie had already swung the car door open in a flash.

Elias slipped into the passenger seat with practiced efficiency, the kind of smooth, agile movement that belonged to someone well-trained.

Elodie clocked it, but she wasn’t all that surprised. She glanced at the rearview mirror, shifted gears, and floored the gas.

She knew this hospital and the surrounding streets like the back of her hand. After countless trips here over the past two years, she could navigate these roads in her sleep. With a quick spin of the wheel, she sped off.

Elias couldn’t help turning his head, watching her at the wheel.

Her complexion was pale and refined, her face a mask of calm, betraying not the slightest emotion—not even with a car tailing them, intent on giving chase.

She kept her focus on the traffic ahead, blending in with the flow and easily losing the car behind.

A hard tap on the accelerator, and Elodie had them pulling into the nearest shopping district, where crowds and traffic packed the streets.

“Trouble,” Elias murmured, checking the rearview before finally looking over at Elodie.

She shrugged, unbothered, and shot him a question, “What was that all about back there?”

The car that had chased Elias had meant business—its aggression was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.

Elias unfastened his seatbelt, his sharp features revealing nothing. “Let’s just say I have some unfinished business.”

Just some? Elodie could tell he wasn’t keen to elaborate.

She didn’t press.

“You’re not scared?” Elias was genuinely taken aback.

She seemed like the quiet, gentle type, and yet she hadn’t shown a trace of panic.

“I am,” Elodie replied plainly.

Elias arched a brow, barely perceptible. “Then why help me?”

Elodie turned her head, her voice steady and clear. “It’s not out of the goodness of my heart. I’d like to ask if you, Mr. Warwick, could spare some time to help my uncle with a treatment plan.”

She was direct, not bothering with any pretense.

Elias hadn’t expected that.