How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 119

Chapter 118

He narrowed his eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips, but his voice carried no real warmth. "Elodie, why don't you try asking me nicely? Maybe then I'll consider helping you out of this mess."

Of course, Elodie could hear the thick sarcasm in Ivan's tone. Without dignifying

him with a reply, she turned on her heel and walked away.

Ivan watched her retreating figure, his smile slowly fading.

The way Elodie was willing to put up with so much-she must be in deep.

He stood there, eyes fixed on her back for a long moment.

Pulling out his phone, he snapped a quick picture of Elodie from a distance and sent it to a rarely used contact.

[Mr. Silverstein, Elodie can bite when she's cornered. She knows about you throwing Mrs. Fielding that birthday party. If she decides to crash it, things could get ugly. Here's my proposal: how about The Silverstein Group concedes one percent to TerraGreen Solutions? She's always listened to me. I'll keep her calm and out of your way so you can enjoy your romantic evening with Ms. Fielding, no drama. Win-win, don't you think?]

But there was no reply.

His message vanished into the void.

Clearly... Jarrod had chosen to ignore him.

clicked his

to make

she found

cheek a gentle squeeze. Esmeralda snapped out of her thoughts, her gaze complicated. "Elodie, promise you won't get

Elodie kept arranging the memorial

Alexander's phone and handed it

her eyes landed on

Sylvie had only posted

subtle red embroidery. In the corner

perfectly with

voice trembled with anger. "Can

anniversary of your mom's passing, and yet Jarrod shows up dressed like it's a celebration? What is she

Sylvie get away

until a

Jarrod...

he really do

what today meant, didn't

let Selma and Sylvie take such

darkened as

he did that, knowing what today is... Elodie, it's

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