How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 96

Elodie finally allowed herself to relax a little.

She stayed with Emile through lunch, waiting for the discomfort from the treatment to ease, and then returned to VistaLink Technologies to wrap up some loose ends.

Jarrod hadn't reached out to her again.

The next day.

Just as Elodie was about to log off at the end of her workday, her grandmother called. "Sweetheart, what time are you getting off?"

"I'm just about to finish," Elodie replied, closing her laptop.

"Perfect! I've sent Jarrod to pick you up. Come home with him after work, I need you both here for something."

Elodie blinked in surprise. "Grandma, actually I have—"

"He's already downstairs. Just head down when you're ready."

"…Okay."

Rubbing her aching temples, Elodie resigned herself to it. If it weren't for her grandmother's direct orders, there was no way Jarrod would be offering her a ride.

She packed up quickly and headed downstairs.

Sure enough, a sleek Bentley was idling at the curb.

The window slid down; Jarrod glanced over at her. "Get in."

The situation felt strangely novel. In all her years at The Silverstein Group, no matter how many times her grandmother insisted Jarrod give her a ride, not once had they actually left work together in the same car.

Now, after leaving The Silverstein Group—once there was nothing left to hide—she'd finally earned the "privilege" of being chauffeured home.

Elodie hesitated, weighing the odds that her grandmother's request was urgent. "You know, I can skip it. Could you just tell Grandma I have plans?"

"You can tell her yourself. I'm not your messenger," Jarrod replied, glancing at his watch with a hint of irritation.

Elodie picked up on his mood. It didn't take much to guess why. Her mother's issue still hung between them, unresolved. This was not the time to stir up conflict.

So she walked over to the car.

Instinctively, she glanced at the passenger seat, but in the end, she slid into the back.

She knew his rules. The front seat belonged to his girlfriend—she wasn't about to cross that line.

Jarrod noticed her sitting behind him, pressed close to the door, bundled in her coat and staring silently out the window. She showed no interest in conversation.