How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 57

"Jarrod, that was quick thinking—you nearly saved Sylvie from getting burned," Maurice said, letting out a relieved sigh as he noticed the close call.

Everyone's attention turned to Sylvie.

She had indeed been standing quite close to the oven tray just moments ago.

Seeing everyone's concern, Sylvie offered a graceful smile. "Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine."

Octavia, the one who'd started all the commotion, rushed over in a panic, cradling Sylvie's hands with guilt. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to! I nearly gave myself a heart attack!"

Sylvie ruffled her hair affectionately. "It's alright, really."

Elodie curled her fingers into her palm.

Suddenly, she realized she'd been overthinking things.

Jarrod's reaction hadn't been out of worry for her at all. He'd only panicked because Sylvie was almost hurt—he hadn't even hesitated to put himself at risk.

Only Sylvie, it seemed, could rattle the calm, collected Jarrod.

Joseph, after making sure Elodie was unscathed, finally settled back in his seat.

Freya glanced over, concern etched on her face. "Are you sure you're okay? Let me see your hand."

Elodie shook her head.

Across from her, Alexander's expression shifted subtly as he glanced at Jarrod, who was still shielding Sylvie. "Mr. Silverstein, didn't you see that Elodie was nearly burned too?"

Elodie had been standing even closer to the tray than Sylvie.

Sylvie hadn't really been in any danger at all!

Only now did Jarrod finally turn his gaze in Elodie's direction.

He replied, voice cool and steady, "Is that so? I didn't notice."

Elodie's heart clenched, her breath catching in her chest.

So he hadn't even spared her so much as a passing thought.

Even his tone was cold and indifferent, completely unconcerned whether she was hurt or not.

The only person he truly cared about was Sylvie.

Alexander found himself at a loss for words.

He finally understood what Elodie's last three years had been like.

Jarrod's apathy toward her was absolute.

There were over twenty people on this side of the campsite, divided into two groups.

Suddenly, Elodie felt exhausted. Wrapping her soft woolen shawl tighter around her shoulders, she walked over to her tent and sat down. The view here was beautiful, the air was clean, and the stars overhead seemed especially brilliant tonight.