How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 713

When Sprague saw the situation unfolding before him, his expression froze for a split second—he just couldn’t help it.

He was sure he’d arranged for that woman and her daughter to be sent far away.

When did Jarrod step in and intercept them?

And he’d even put on a show like this...

Did that mean Watts might have failed on his end too?

This whole plan had been meant to help Watts secure a massive market, but now—

“Big brother, what do you think of this approach?” Jarrod glanced at him, a faint, almost polite smile on his lips, but his eyes stayed cold.

Sprague’s face shifted instantly. Meeting Jarrod’s gaze, he understood—Jarrod had figured out everything.

He was back now as a warning.

Sprague had never revealed his identity to the deceased, and he was certain the man’s wife had no idea who he was, but if Jarrod had managed to bring them back, he must’ve pieced it all together.

“Handling these kinds of things—you’re the only one who can get it done so quick and cheap.” Sprague tucked his phone away, forcing a thin smile.

But deep down, he was starting to worry about Watts.

Elodie, silent this whole time, watched Sprague for a moment.

She kept her lips pressed together, not saying a word.

How could she not know how precarious things were, with enemies inside and out?

At least Jarrod was cautious enough.

“Exactly. This way, if one of us wins, we all win; if one falls, we all fall. I’m sure you understand, big brother,” Jarrod replied blandly.

Sprague’s lips twitched. He managed a half-hearted smile, but a vein throbbed at his temple.

Just then, the old lady came downstairs.

Seeing Elodie, she beamed and walked over. “Sweetheart, you’re all home early today?”

Elodie didn’t mention the storm she’d weathered earlier. She simply nodded. “It’s nothing. Your birthday’s tomorrow, so I wanted to come home early and help.”

The old woman’s smile grew even warmer. “Good, good. Such thoughtful children. I’ve already sent invitations to your grandmother and uncle’s family—I’ve asked someone to deliver them. Tomorrow, Jarrod can bring them over to the party.”

Elodie agreed softly and obediently.

After all, tomorrow was the last day. Even if her grandmother’s family came and the truth about her divorce slipped out, it wouldn’t matter anymore.

Jarrod didn’t interrupt the grandmother and granddaughter’s conversation.