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.

the past was a luxury she could

strode into her office. His eyes landed on the

wary. "What do

of mine from an auction house overseas told me about it. Just two days ago, a mysterious billionaire spent eight

Elodie froze.

Eight million?

the kind who spends money like it's nothing. He kept

one hundred and fifty thousand,

the talk of the art

for the super-rich, this was

to Alexander's friend, the buyer had made it clear-no matter what,

Elodie was taken aback.

promises, but she

begin to guess what was going through

a shake of her head, Elodie forced herself to focus. Right now, the real problem was that Jarrod refused to let her use her mother's painting against Selma.

Rosemary began urging her to move

rented place was closer to the

her medication

Friday.

her office after a trip out. "Good news-are you

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