How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 532

Sylvie let out a small sigh of relief when she finally saw the code.

She only knew Jarrod was most likely staying somewhere in this area, so she decided to wait here for him to return.

At the door, she entered the code.

Beep, beep—

The lock didn’t budge. The screen flashed an error.

Sylvie frowned and double-checked the code Octavia had sent her. She tried again—same result. Still wrong.

She shot Octavia a text:

**Sylvie:** Did you maybe send me the wrong code?

Octavia replied almost immediately:

**Octavia:** That can’t be! I used that code last time I was there. I guess my brother must’ve changed it?

—He never told you? Haven’t you been over before?

The frustration was clear, even through text.

Her brother had changed the code and hadn’t bothered to tell her!

Reading those messages, Sylvie’s expression grew more serious.

Of course Jarrod hadn’t mentioned any of this. They hardly ever discussed such trivialities.

But since Octavia had asked, Sylvie replied anyway:

**Sylvie:** Must’ve slipped my mind. Don’t worry about it.

She put her phone away and glanced through the courtyard gates.

There was no sign of anyone around—not even a housekeeper in sight. The place looked deserted.

Just as she turned to leave, her phone buzzed. Jarrod was calling.

Sylvie’s heart skipped a beat; she hurried to answer. His voice, always calm and steady, came through the line:

“I’ve been caught up with work these last few days. I heard you were looking for me?”