How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 107

Sylvie could see right through Esmeralda's veiled jab. Her brows drew together in irritation as she fixed the woman with a cold stare.

She was sure she'd never done a thing to provoke Esmeralda. But judging by Esmeralda's attitude, Elodie was probably behind this latest bit of drama.

Sylvie shot a glance at Elodie, who stood nearby, her expression betraying a flicker of impatience. Typical Elodie this was just another of her petty tricks, the kind that never quite managed to make an impact. If she couldn't compete in any other way, she'd resort to cheap schemes like these.

Grady, meanwhile, was genuinely curious about the question Esmeralda had raised. Given how fiercely Jarrod always stood up for Sylvie, one might assume they were together-except Grady couldn't recall Jarrod ever introducing Sylvie as his girlfriend.

So, was Jarrod simply pursuing her? Did that mean Grady still had a shot?

Naylor turned to Sylvie as well, clearly waiting for her answer.

gaze swept over Esmeralda, cool and unreadable, pausing for a split second

flickered across Elodie's face, her momentary tension vanishing as quickly as it had appeared,

Girlfriend, fiancée -whatever title he publicly claimed

afraid of a public spat, especially now, with divorce proceedings underway. If anything, he'd use it as an excuse to legitimize

anger over any attempt to slander Sylvie might spill over to

never known what it was like to be favored by Jarrod,

blunt stance. She glanced at Elodie, concern in her eyes as she approached.

look, unmoved by the spectacle. She'd stopped caring about this kind of scene a long time ago. Jarrod hadn't given a direct answer, but his protectiveness was obvious to everyone. It was clear that Sylvie meant far more to him

the performance from this group. He couldn't help but wonder if Jarrod had rejected Elodie's advances. As for Alexander... perhaps he still hadn't realized just how fickle Ms. Thorne could be. Elodie didn't bother arguing, nor did

tugged Esmeralda's arm and headed for

Elodie's slender back remained straight as she walked away, giving no sign of anger, sadness, or joy. It was as if she and Jarrod

might have thrown a tantrum, but lately she'd grown distant