How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 823

He found it preposterous.

Especially at a time like this.

The child was the key.

What struck him most was Jarrod’s tense attitude when they discussed the kid. Jarrod had looked ready to kill him—clearly, the child had to be—

Suddenly, Watts’ expression shifted.

A belated realization dawned on him.

Jarrod… had he been faking it all along?

Playing a part?

A jolt of clarity shot through Watts. Jarrod was stalling for time—he must have already known Watts was somewhere in the city.

It all fell into place.

Watts’ face darkened, thunderous and grim.

So, when his men reported that Jarrod had already boarded a plane out of the country, it was probably just a smokescreen too.

Watts abruptly hung up, spun on his heel, and dialed another number. “Prep the jet, now. We’re leaving immediately!”

Not far away, hidden behind a leafy planter, Elodie had overheard every word.

Her heart pounded faster.

The child wasn’t here.

Watts hadn’t found him.

Which meant—the child was safe, out of Watts’ grasp.

That realization sent a surge of hope and adrenaline through her veins, almost burning hot.

As Watts turned to leave, Elodie quickly slipped away, making her way back to her room. Her mind raced, searching for any and every possible escape route.

It would take time for Watts to get the plane ready.

She still had a window.

Nearly forty minutes ticked by.

The door swung open, and Watts strode in, his composure restored. “Change of plans,” he announced flatly. “We’re leaving today. Come on.”

He didn’t offer any explanation.

He had no intention of telling her the truth. Once she made her call home from Germany, it wouldn’t matter what she knew.

Elodie betrayed not the slightest hint that anything was amiss, acting as if she was completely in the dark.

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