How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 595

Taking a life—there was no doubt that’s what they’d intended.

Elodie, on the other hand, was perfectly fine.

Alexander couldn’t help but ask, “Did Jarrod take care of it?”

Elodie nodded. “He saved me last night. It was complicated, but I didn’t even get so much as a scratch. You don’t need to worry.”

She kept her explanation brief, just enough to settle their nerves.

She summed up her encounter with Sylvie in a few concise sentences.

Esmeralda listened, wide-eyed and speechless, before finally blurting out, “Damn… Jarrod’s ruthless. I mean, Sylvie used to be with him, and he just cut her off like she never mattered.”

As much as she despised what Sylvie had done to Elodie, Jarrod’s reaction gave her chills.

Esmeralda hugged Elodie’s arm, her voice tangled with worry. “Good thing you and he had a clean break, no drama, no mess. With someone as cunning as him, who knows how badly things could’ve gone if you’d tried to hold on?”

It was definitely for the best they stayed apart.

She shuddered to imagine what might’ve happened if Elodie had refused the divorce, clung to Jarrod, and pushed him too far. A man like that… she didn’t even want to picture it.

Esmeralda’s words made Elodie pause and really consider it for the first time.

Would he have?

She honestly didn’t know.

But Alexander didn’t think it was worth speculating. “What’s done is done. You’re divorced, end of story. You go your way, he goes his. There’s no point in what-ifs.”

He stepped forward and gave Elodie a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “No need to be afraid. You’re a person of considerable importance now—the higher-ups are paying attention. If Sylvie and her friends try anything, they’re only digging their own graves. The stakes are much higher now. Your biggest troubles are over. It’s time to look ahead.”

Elodie had suffered enough all these years—whether in the Harcourt household, or those two years married to Jarrod.

She knew they were worried about her.

She tilted her head and managed a small smile. “You’re right.”

As for whatever happened to Sylvie and her crew, she could wait for the news.

Later, around noon, Elodie saw an incoming call.