How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 125

Chapter 124

Elodie's brows drew together, her heart skipping a beat. "Why?"

"You know better than I do. There are things you shouldn't do I hope you won't."

With that, Jarrod ended the call.

Elodie sat, stunned, for a long moment.

Gradually, the meaning behind his words dawned on her.

Jarrod... he must have figured out what she intended to do.

He knew she wanted to bring the long-buried truth to light, to use her mother's painting to shatter the honor Selma had gained.

He wouldn't allow her to hurt Sylvie's mother.

He wouldn't allow Selma's reputation to be ruined at Sylvie's expense.

Suddenly, everything became painfully clear: Jarrod was protecting Sylvie. Even knowing Selma had stepped on her mother's legacy to rise, he didn't care.

Elodie's fingers curled tightly around themselves as she stared at the hard-won painting on her desk. The gratitude and surprise she'd felt moments ago had turned into a slap in the face, leaving her painfully clearheaded.

She gave herself just two minutes to accept the truth.

a luxury she

her office. His eyes landed on the artwork, and he stared

paused, wary. "What do

"No mistake-it's this one. A friend of mine from an auction house overseas told me about it. Just

Elodie froze.

Eight million?

Eastern prince wanted it too-you know, the kind who spends money like it's nothing. He kept bidding, driving the

and fifty thousand, closing at eight

quickly-it was the

for the super-rich,

buyer had made it clear-no matter what, he'd get that painting, price be

Elodie was taken aback.

promises, but she

begin to guess what was going through

mother's painting against

Rosemary began urging her to

brushed it off, claiming her rented place was closer

was unstable, and the side effects from her medication were unpredictable. Living together

Friday.

office after a trip

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