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?"

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

'charitable' she was, like she was some kind of

she was

frowned, but the

But times had changed.

couldn't hold a candle

bother

Elodie had never been worthy of being

her grandmother to plan the details

previous years, they'd simply visited the grave on the

up a memorial table at

and Esmeralda arrived early that

aside, careful to

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

hesitation and

the

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

don't know," Elodie

was the one who'd cheated. He should be

at the door. "Jarrod's not

"Grandma, let's start on the