How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 115

Two cars pulled up at the gate.

Ivan was the first to step out, and right behind him—

Came the uninvited guests, Malcom and Reba.

Elodie's expression darkened. It was the anniversary of her mother's passing, and she had never wanted Malcom here. Most of her mother's suffering had come at his hands; all these years after her death, he hadn't even bothered to visit her grave once.

So why show up now?

"Elodie, on a day like this, how could you not tell your father?" Malcom strode forward, his brow furrowed in a show of annoyance and helplessness. "I should be here, you know."

Instinctively, Elodie glanced at Ivan.

If it weren't for Ivan, Malcom probably wouldn't have remembered what day it was.

Catching her look, Ivan frowned, as if he wanted to say something.

But Malcom waved a dismissive hand. "Don't blame Ivan. We were once husband and wife-how could I forget a day like this?"

Elodie nearly laughed out loud.

Malcom's hypocrisy made her sick.

of all days to stir up

in the Thorne family

My grandmother and uncle

keep her dignity, but her

scowl deepened as he stared at her, disappointment and reproach all over his face. "What's with

"Shall

remained of their father-daughter bond had faded

more and more like your mother-stubborn, willful, no sense of propriety. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be enjoying your cushy life as Mrs. Silverstein. Do you really think you could have landed someone

should be grateful,

did he end up with such

behind her eyes. Her voice

off a reporter to catch her

she

cherish about a father who'd sell out his own daughter's

you here. Don't upset my grandmother. Please, just go." Elodie's gaze grew icy as she dispensed with

no room to

the Harcourts had only shown up to

face twisted

Elodie, full of accusation and

presence today was a

dared to put on airs

snort. "The Thornes are barely holding it together. We only came out of pity-thought we'd do you the courtesy of showing up. Honestly,