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?"

aside, unimpressed. "A brainless, two-faced woman. Flaunted her money, always pretending to be so noble and

'charitable' she was, like she was some kind of saint. Wanted

she

but the irritation

But times had changed.

Winifred's daughter couldn't hold a

didn't bother to

all, Elodie had never been worthy

up work before sitting down with her grandmother to plan

they'd simply visited the grave on the anniversary or around

table at home, keeping it just

Esmeralda arrived early that

aside, careful to avoid Rosemary's ears.

mention it.

hesitation and

the dark, is

Jarrod had no obligation to show up. But since Elodie hadn't told the family yet, it was a tricky

know," Elodie admitted

Jarrod was the one who'd cheated. He should be

glanced at the door.

her eyes. "Grandma, let's start on the