How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 117

Elodie hadn't even spoken yet when Sylvie's voice came through the phone, cool and composed: "Who's this?"

Elodie's words caught in her throat, suddenly dry and impossible to swallow.

Jarrod hadn't saved her number with a name in his phone? So she showed up as just another unknown caller?

She stared down at her feet and asked quietly, "Is Jarrod there?"

"He's right here, but I'm afraid he's too busy for you today," Sylvie replied, her tone unhurried, almost amused.

The calm certainty in Sylvie's voice made it clear: in her eyes, Elodie was just the kind of "other woman" meant to be kept in the shadows, easily dismissed at a moment's notice.

Elodie's brow furrowed.

Before she could reply, she heard Keith's voice in the background: "Ms. Fielding, the bakery called. They're asking if we should deliver the cake now."

Without hesitation, Elodie ended the call.

She stood rooted to the spot, her face pale. After a long moment, she pressed a hand to her abdomen, rubbing gently as a wave of discomfort worsened.

There was nothing left to confirm. Keith was handling the cake, which meant Jarrod had given the instructions himself.

feelings-not for a moment. He hadn't even tried to show

down, making it hard

check. When she finally returned to the front garden, she wore a calm, neutral expression, as

his cigarette and let out a

Silverstein Group.

back on the desk when Jarrod returned from the conference room.

smiled softly. "I was hoping we could go together.

Sylvie could tell he genuinely cared. He'd even arranged for the celebration to be held at one of Maurice's private resorts, booking the entire place for the night-just to make her mother

have dinner together and cut the

I have some things I

then nodded with her usual gentle

the stack

bag, Sylvie took out an elegant box and set it carefully by Jarrod's hand. "This is a tie my

with a subtle red pattern, the red

nodded lightly. "Let

Sylvie smiled, satisfied. "Alright."

entered. "Mr. Silverstein, I've rescheduled your appointments for today. When would you

any signs of emotion, but there was nothing out of

to mention Elodie's earlier call about the anniversary. Clearly, Mr. Silverstein was choosing to prioritize Ms. Fielding; Elodie's absence wouldn't matter. She'd always been the one to