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How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 259
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Chapter 259 Alexander pressed his lips together, worry flickering in his eyes as he glanced at Elodie.

Elodie, however, remained unmoved by the words swirling around her.

After all, she knew they were only speaking the truth.

Joseph didn't rush to leave. In the end, he walked over and offered her a reassuring look. "You don't need to worry. Everything will be fine." Elodie pressed her lips together, casting a quick glance at the bloodstain on the floor.

It was obvious-the injury was serious.

With a weary sigh, she rubbed her forehead and finally managed, "Thank you." The Warwick family wasted no tin containing the situation. After an investigation, they discovered the cause: a navigation system malfunction had led to the loss of control.

Once Raleigh had calmed everyone, he turned and instructed, "Let's keep this as quiet as possible. In a day or two, I'll go apologize to Mr. Silverstein personally." When they left the Warwick estate, Elodie's brow stayed furrowed.

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She checked the time.

It was already half past nine.

She had no idea which hospital Jarrod had gone to, or how bad things really were.

For something like this to happen at such a crucial moment-her feelings were a tangled mess. She and Jarrod had spent three years together, day in and day out, and she had never seen him in such a desperate state.

Maybe Jarrod had made a mistake in the chaos, trying to save Sylvie and grabbing the wrong person. But the truth was, he'd spared Elodie from serious injury. In her current condition, any physical trauma could have been disastrous.

After a long moment of deliberation, Elodie decided she had to call and find out how badly he was hurt.

But Jarrod's phone never connected.

Eventually, all she got was a monotone: "The number you are trying to reach is busy. Please try again later..." She guessed someone had deliberately cut her off.

She didn't try again.

Instead, she looked at the calendar.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow was the day they could finally file for divorce.

But with Jarrod like this- Elodie frowned, then decisively sent Joseph a message, asking which hospital Jarrod was in.

At the hospital.

By the tJarrod was wheeled out of surgery and into his room, Sylvie had been waiting for over two hours. Maurice and Joseph had cby to keep her company for a while.

At spoint, Jarrod's grandmother-having somehow caught wind of what had happened-called to ask for details. She was already on her way from the Silverstein estate.

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Jarrod sent everyone away, insisting Maurice and Joseph take Sylvie home.

He'd needed 23 stitches in his right arm, and the bone was fractured. Bed rest was inevitable.

When his grandmother arrived, Jarrod was propped up in bed, working on his laptop.

The sight of his arm swathed in thick bandages, bruises visible even omhis hand instantly. "How are you? What did the ineth and fingers, made her face pale doctors say?" Jarrod closed his laptop and answered calmly, "It's nothing serious. I'll be fine after srest." "Nothing serious? You needed surgery!"

His grandmother's eyes flashed with anger. "Don't think you can lie to me. Raleigh just called and toldeverything. He said you're badly hurt-and that-" She drew in a sharp breath, her expression darkening. "He said there was a Miss Fielding with you. Jarrod, you tellright now-what's going on?" Raleigh had clearly given her a rundown.

He'd also mentioned Elodie.

His exact words had been: "Jarrod was trying to protect Ms. Fielding, but things went wrong in the confusion." That was all she needed to guess the rest.

Jarrod only looked up at her, offering no explanation.

His grandmother's frustration was of obvious; torn between worry for his injuries and anger at the presence of apother wonthe by his side, she snapped, "Let's get one thing clear. I don't care about any Miss Fielding-you sort this out yourself." "Jarrod, I won't let you hurt Elodie!"