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?"

woman. Flaunted her money, always pretending to be

was, like she was some

think she was

frowned, but the

But times had changed.

Winifred's daughter couldn't hold a candle to

didn't bother to

Elodie had never been

days wrapping up work before sitting down with her grandmother to plan the details for

visited the grave on the anniversary

were setting up a memorial table at home, keeping it just

arrived

aside, careful to

divorce yet, so please don't mention it. I'll talk to

her hesitation and

"If Grandma's in the dark, is Jarrod

divorce was final, Jarrod had no obligation to show up. But since Elodie

know," Elodie admitted

way, but Jarrod was the one who'd cheated. He should be the one to

out, she glanced at

eyes. "Grandma, let's start on the