How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 769

“No need,” Jarrod replied, glancing over at the cabinet. “Would you mind grabbing a blanket and covering Elodie?”

Lucinda felt a surge of annoyance catch in her throat.

“I just got here, and the moment you open your eyes you’re already ordering me to take care of your wife?” Though she complained, she lowered her voice out of respect for the sleeping Elodie.

Jarrod didn’t have much energy to argue, his tone lazy and indifferent. “If I were able to move, I wouldn’t be asking you.”

“….”

Now Lucinda was sure of it.

Jarrod couldn’t be that badly hurt—he woke up and the first thing he did was find a way to get under her skin.

She pressed her lips together, but still turned to fetch a clean blanket. Moving carefully, she draped it softly over Elodie.

Then, face still cold, she looked back at Jarrod. “Happy now?”

Jarrod just gave a languid nod. “Thank you for your trouble.”

Lucinda huffed and sat down on the other side of the room. She’d already gotten most of the story from Andrea.

Instinctively, she wanted to blame Elodie—after all, Malcom was Elodie’s father.

But…

When it came down to it,

Elodie was a victim too.

No one could feel worse than Elodie, knowing her own father had tried to kill her.

Especially considering Elodie, sick as she was, had forced herself to The Silverstein Group headquarters, made tough calls, and took care of a brewing crisis.

“While you were badly injured, the second branch made their move—they secretly allied with some on the board, hoping to get their people promoted at the next meeting. They’re aiming to snatch projects and power away from you.”

And that was just the start.

They nearly managed to pin the blame for the stalled project on Jarrod, hoping to use it as an excuse to take him down.

If they had their way, they’d have voted to oust him entirely.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify