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

everyone knew how 'charitable' she was, like she was some

think she

but the irritation

But times had changed.

hold a candle

bother to

Elodie had never been worthy

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

years, they'd simply visited the grave

were setting up a memorial table at home, keeping

Esmeralda arrived

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

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

hesitation and gave her

Grandma's in the dark,

obligation to show up. But since Elodie hadn't told the family yet, it was a tricky

don't know," Elodie admitted

want it this way, but Jarrod was the one who'd cheated. He should be the

came out, she glanced at the door.

lowered her eyes. "Grandma,