How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 712

Elodie weighed her words carefully.

She really was considering it—since they’d come this far, maybe it was time to cross that inner threshold and finally tell Jarrod the truth.

The whole truth. The fact that she was gravely ill. And, more recently, that she’d lost their baby just before he returned.

It struck her that, at this point, even if it meant divorce, clarity was better than secrecy.

Especially after everything: Jarrod had arranged for Dr. Latham’s urgent visit from abroad, and there was the secret support from U.N2 years ago.

Maybe it was time for them to be brutally honest with each other.

Then, whatever happened next, they could go their separate ways without regret.

“What is it?” Jarrod said, noticing the tension in her face.

Elodie’s voice was soft. “I want to—”

Screeech—

Up front, Andrea jerked the steering wheel so hard the car skidded sideways before coming to a sudden stop.

Elodie was slammed back by the force, then thrown to the side. Instinctively, Jarrod reached behind her, steadying her with a firm grip as he glanced outside, his brow furrowed.

Andrea twisted around, apologetic. “Mr. Silverstein, a car just cut us off out of nowhere. I had to swerve. Are you both alright?”

Jarrod, eyes cold, watched the offending vehicle speed away. “We’re fine,” he said flatly.

Turning to Elodie, he asked, “Are you hurt?”

She rubbed her neck, wincing at the twinge. “Just a little sore. I’ll be okay.”

Jarrod’s frown deepened when he saw her discomfort. “Let’s just head home.”

He cast one last, shadowed look toward the direction the car had gone. Clearly, this hadn’t felt like an accident.

By the time they reached the family estate, it was midday.

Jarrod helped Elodie out of the car. “Let’s get some ice on that.”

She nodded, grateful but uneasy.

As soon as they stepped inside, they saw Sprague sitting in the study, reading. He looked up at the sound of their arrival, offering a calm smile. “Back so early today?”