How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 114

She didn't head to the ER until she'd smoked the last of her cigarette.

After parking the car, Sylvie finally turned to Jarrod. "The way Mr. Harcourt was

with her just now... It felt off. Did they have a fight?"

Jarrod kept his eyes on his phone, barely glancing up. "No idea."

That attitude... Could he be any colder?

But Sylvie just smiled, lips curling in satisfaction. She liked how Jarrod clearly couldn't care less about Elodie.

"Are you coming upstairs?" Sylvie smiled sweetly, dropping the subject.

Jarrod checked his watch. "I've got to get back to the office. I'll visit your mom another time."

She didn't push. As she got out of the car, she said, "Drive safe."

"Yeah. Go on up."

After Jarrod left, Sylvie headed upstairs. She found Selma reading and briefly mentioned Jarrod giving her a ride, plus the run-in with Elodie.

Selma turned a page and gave a short laugh. "Figures. Elodie turned out just like her useless mother-no talent, all stupidity. She can't even hold onto a man. She's no threat to you, Sylvie. Not even worth a second thought."

Sylvie paused. "Her mother?"

"A brainless, two-faced woman. Flaunted her money,

in school-made sure everyone knew how 'charitable' she was, like she was some kind of saint.

she think she

frowned, but the irritation

But times had changed.

hold

bother

all, Elodie had never been worthy of

up work before sitting down with her grandmother to plan the details for the third anniversary of her

visited the grave on the anniversary or around

memorial table at home,

and Esmeralda arrived early that

aside, careful to avoid Rosemary's ears. "I

divorce yet, so please don't mention it.

and

Grandma's in the dark,

final, Jarrod had no obligation to show up.

don't know,"

the one who'd cheated. He should

Rosemary came out, she glanced at the door. "Jarrod's not here

"Grandma, let's start on the