How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 694

He was, in fact, the first in the Silverstein family to truly understand just how much Jarrod valued Elodie.

“So, big brother, do you have any plans now that you’re back?” Jarrod’s tone was as casual as ever, as if nothing unusual had happened. You couldn’t read a single emotion on his face.

Sometimes, Sprague genuinely found this side of Jarrod infuriating.

He was always so calm and collected, never ruffled—yet every move was calculated, ruthless when it counted.

“Worried I’ll shake things up?” Sprague chuckled lightly, his words laced with teasing.

Jarrod glanced at him, unhurried and cool. “As long as you’re not still holding a grudge. Back then, things got pretty ugly for you. With you coming home, there’s bound to be some talk. I suppose you’ll have to put up with the gossip for a while.”

He might as well have branded the word “loser” across Sprague’s forehead.

Sprague’s smile didn’t falter.

But he knew.

His defeat back then had entertained plenty of people.

Even though he was older than Jarrod by a year, he’d still ended up exiled overseas.

“How could I hold a grudge? We’re family, after all. What kind of brother keeps score with his own sibling?” Sprague replied smoothly, giving nothing away.

Jarrod wasn’t interested in that kind of empty platitude.

He’d always expected Sprague and his crew would come back. The day he sent them abroad, he knew it wouldn’t last. Nobody just accepts being banished, being cast out for good.

Sprague gave Jarrod a friendly pat on the shoulder, then turned and walked back to the drawing room.

Jarrod didn’t follow right away.

He stood there quietly for a while, lost in thought.

Now that Sprague and his allies had returned, he had to keep his guard up.

Rubbing his temples, Jarrod finally turned and walked into the drawing room. Elodie was still inside, after all.

Just then, the family matriarch sent Elodie out to find Jarrod.

The two nearly collided in the hallway.

Jarrod instinctively reached out, steadying her by the waist before letting go.

Elodie met his calm gaze.

Jarrod had never once lashed out or blamed her for not wanting a child. The subject simply faded away, unspoken, as if by silent agreement between them.

She hadn’t taken his coldness today to heart. Making sure no one was watching, she asked quietly, “Do you plan to tell Grandma about us soon? Today might be a good chance. I actually came over planning to talk to her about it, but since you’re here, I wanted to see if you had anything in mind.”