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Chapter 269

He glanced down at his right arm. The pain was relentless, burrowing deep through nerves and bone, radiating

out to every limb, impossible to ignore and intensely aggravating.

Albin frowned in concern. "What's wrong?"

Wasn't it better to end things on a good note? Why not walk her out?

Jarrod finally looked up. His refined, handsfeatures betrayed nothing. With long strides, he headed toward

the door, his voice cool and distant.

"No reason to ruin her good mood."

Albin was caught off guard, puzzlement flickering in his eyes. In the end, he simply shook his head, letting it go.

At the bus stop, Elodie pulled out her old SIM card.

She slid a brand new one into her phone.

She stared at the old card for a moment.

She'd had this number for over a decade.

There was a pang of reluctance.

But she was ready to start over.

With a decisive snap, Elodie broke the old card in half and tossed it into the trash.

She checked the time-almost noon. She had a meeting with Joseph at two, and for now, she had tto rest.

She'd been running on adrenaline ever since leaving the hospital.

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As she lifted her head to call a cab, a familiar black Rolls-Royce pulled out from the city hall parking lot across

the street.

Elodie's brow furrowed.

She recognized the car-it was Jarrod's.

But then, who was driving the Maybach she'd seen earlier in the shopping district?

The answer clicked into place.

Maybe Sylvie hadn't cto city hall with Jarrod after all. It seemed the two had

cseparately, each taking their own route.

But in the end, the details didn't matter anymore.

Just then, her ride arrived.

Elodie massaged her aching temples and slid into the back seat.

After a moment's thought, she sent a message in the private group chat with Esmeralda and Alexander: [Picked

up the paperwork at city hall today.]

Across the street-

In the car, the driver caught sight of Elodie and spoke up without thinking. "Ma'am Ms. Thorne just got in a cab."

In the back seat, Jarrod was turning the newly issued document over in his palm, lost in thought.

He only looked up at the driver's words, his expression unreadable. He seemed unfazed and directed his gaze

away, voice even: "Head to the business center's service hall."

The driver immediately turned the car around.

It was only a few blocks away.

When they arrived, Jarrod stepped out and saw a message from Keith.

Keith and Sylvie were already inside, handling the company registration paperwork.

Jarrod had barely taken two steps when his phone vibrated with a special ringtone -a call he couldn't ignore.

He answered, his tone flat. "Who is this?"

Whatever was said on the other end made him pause ever so slightly.

He lowered his gaze, rubbing his thumb thoughtfully over the divorce certificate in

his hand. "Yes, | understand. Please confirm—"

He ended the call.

Jarrod stood where he was, unmoving.

He raised the violet-red divorce

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