How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 103

Elodie's expression shifted, just a flicker, but enough for Sylvie to notice.

She glanced at Sylvie in disbelief, but Sylvie merely returned her gaze with a graceful, composed smile-cool, self-assured, and unmistakably proud. There wasn't a hint of pretense in her manner.

Grady's brows drew together as he turned to Elodie. "Ms. Thorne, did you check the artist's signature? Every piece displayed in the Warwick Gallery is a genuine work of art. There's really no need to force this cultured persona, Ms. Thorne. Better that than making yourself a laughingstock."

No one could miss the implication in his words.

He was openly accusing Elodie of trying to ride on someone else's coattails, pretending a connection to Sylvie's mother and claiming the honor as her own.

Sylvie understood Grady's meaning too. He was suggesting that Elodie's vanity had gotten the better of her.

And, truth be told, Sylvie didn't disagree.

She didn't call Elodie out directly, though. Instead, she spoke gently, her tone almost soothing. "This was the first painting my mother sold before she moved abroad. I never expected to see it here, but..." She turned to Elodie, her lips curving in a polite, unhurried smile. "I must thank you for your good taste, Ms. Thorne."

Elodie was at a loss—she simply couldn't believe it. The odds of such a coincidence were impossible. Her mother's painting had gone missing years ago, and now, by some miracle, a piece by Selma appeared here, fetching a high price. It just didn't add up.

If her suspicions were right, Selma's painting might be linked to the scandal that had marred her mother's graduation project all those years ago.

Selma had only been able to break into elite circles and win the admiration of wealthy patrons-eventually earning her green card-thanks to her mother's

knew better than to make a scene. There was no point in arguing, especially when the painting so clearly bore

truly admire this piece. Would you help

this painting was evidence-a clue she needed to

taking this painting,"

tone was assertive, completely disregarding Elodie's

to

gaze, her words gentle but her eyes dismissive. "I'm sorry, but this painting means a great deal to my mother. I'd like to return

if to say, if Elodie pressed further, she'd be the unreasonable

gave a jolt, but she could only turn to

also knew that everyone present was far too influential

around it, finally spoke. "I suppose I can make an exception. It's

two of

Jarrod's voice cut in, light and

her

If he's willing to part with the painting, we'll offer him a favorable

him, her gaze turning

such a huge business concession just to

Elodie wanted