How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 177

Elodie met Jarrod's gaze.

His dark eyes were indifferent, waiting for her final answer.

She wasn't surprised by his attitude. After all, her actions today had thoroughly crossed a line he'd drawn in the sand.

Two months ago, they'd signed the divorce papers. Only now, finally, did he give her an actual time to go through with it. Of course, he was doing this for Sylvie—wanting a clean break, quick and decisive. No more dragging things out and wasting each other's time.

"Alright," Elodie nodded. "That works."

They should have done this long ago. Once they set foot in city hall, everything would be settled for good.

But today was Saturday. City hall was closed. If it weren't, Jarrod would probably have insisted on dealing with it right away.

Noticing how calm she seemed, Jarrod let out a brief, almost mocking laugh. "Fine. Just don't be late."

He paused, then added, "About the donor spot—"

"I'm not giving that up," Elodie interrupted, her voice steady. "You have plenty of connections, Mr. Silverstein. I'm sure you can figure out another way." This was what she truly cared about. Now that he'd agreed to the divorce, there was no reason for him to keep showing her any kindness.

The thought stung. Elodie felt her eyes start to burn, but she refused to look away from him.

Stubborn as ever.

Jarrod stared back at her for a long moment before he finally spoke. "Fine. The donor spot is yours. You don't have to worry about it anymore."

This time, Elodie was genuinely surprised.

She'd slapped Sylvie in front of him—yet Jarrod was still giving the spot back to her? Sylvie's attitude made it clear she'd never have agreed to this.