How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 339

She had reached her limit.

And she could be just as sharp when she needed to be.

Jarrod studied her for a long moment. The air between them thickened, tension crackling in the silence.

He noticed the rigid line of her mouth, and finally relented. “Fine,” he said, his voice measured. “But you’ll need to keep to the agreement as well.”

Elodie got her answer.

Without the slightest hesitation, she turned on her heel and walked away.

It did surprise her a little that Jarrod hadn’t called her out for telling Selma and Sylvie to “get lost” just moments ago.

But it didn’t matter.

She got what she wanted.

Elodie returned to Emile’s hospital room.

Her face perfectly calm, revealing nothing of what had just transpired—as if the confrontation never happened.

Emile looked up from his book. “Did you remember to say thank you?”

Elodie nodded lightly. “Yeah, I did.”

Satisfied, Emile bent his head back to his reading. He didn’t ask any more questions.

Elodie stayed with him a little longer, just to make sure no one else would come cause trouble. She didn’t want to leave any loose ends—Selma’s excuse of bringing cake was never out of pure goodwill. Elodie had to send her packing, or there would be no end to the drama.

The next day.

Elodie had just finished her work when she noticed a familiar number flashing on her phone.

She frowned, recognizing it as Keith’s.

She had changed her number, after all.