How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 594

There was no hint of humor in his expression—he was dead serious.

But Elodie refused him without hesitation. “No need. Really, you don’t have to go to all that trouble. Whoever hired them, their people have already been caught. It wouldn’t make sense for them to try again. I’m not scared.”

She clearly had no intention of staying the night.

After all, this place was no longer her home.

Jarrod watched her quietly, seeing the determination in her eyes.

Once Elodie made up her mind, there was never a trace of hesitation.

“There aren’t any cabs around here. Take my car and drive yourself back,” he relented.

He knew there were people keeping an eye on Elodie’s apartment complex, so nothing would happen.

This time, Elodie didn’t refuse.

It really would take a while to walk out and hail a cab, and taxis weren’t allowed into this part of town.

“All right. Tomorrow, you can have someone pick it up from VistaLink Technologies,” Elodie replied, picking up the keys again without even glancing around the house.

As for the so-called nursery everyone whispered about, she paid it no special attention, not even a flicker of curiosity.

Without another word to Jarrod, Elodie turned and left.

The car she drove tonight was Jarrod’s Rolls-Royce, the one that had been in that accident. She was still a bit unfamiliar with it, but thanks to Jarrod’s earlier instructions, she managed.

Jarrod didn’t see her out—he simply stood by the window, watching as she steered the car out of the driveway and disappeared beyond the garden gates.

When someone is determined to leave, nothing will stop them.

He lowered his gaze to his injured arm, staring at it for a long while before finally turning away. Taking out his phone, he made a call: “Look into Sylvie’s connections. Find out who helped her this time.”

Selma had spent years abroad and made plenty of acquaintances.

To be able to pull strings at such a critical moment—it was no small feat.

After hanging up, Jarrod headed upstairs to the master bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he climbed.