How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 130

Elodie tilted her head, meeting Sylvie's gaze with practiced indifference.

Sylvie stood tall, her slender neck accentuated by the heels she wore. Even though her posture was poised and elegant, there was no mistaking the cold pride

in her eyes.

Everyone knew about Elodie's connection to Jarrod.

And yet, Sylvie always addressed her as "Ms. Thorne," never anything more.

As for Sylvie's earlier remark...

Was she simply stating that the seat beside Jarrod was Elodie's, or was she pointedly implying that Elodie was taking the place of Mrs. Silverstein?

Either way, the underlying message was unmistakable-a certain brand of arrogant provocation.

Elodie didn't much care what Sylvie was really thinking, but she certainly didn't have the patience to let Sylvie keep prodding her with these veiled little jabs.

"No need to worry, Ms. Fielding," Elodie replied coolly. "I have no interest in fighting you for it."

tone was mild, but her stance

Sylvie disliked those words

Elodie wanted to compete, she'd have to be truly

the door. She leaned toward Jarrod, eyes drifting

giving Elodie a thoughtful, inscrutable

no idea what that glance was supposed to mean, nor did she care

Jarrod made no attempt to shield his laptop's meeting notes from Sylvie's view. He was clearly comfortable with her seeing

turned away, her expression unreadable,

stepped outside and, spotting the scene, jumped to the wrong conclusion. "Elodie, why don't you take

only relaxing when he saw that Elodie looked perfectly calm, her face

need to worry," Alexander chimed in, stepping out with Patrick, a polite smile on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Elodie's riding with us.

like to hear more about the

Elodie nodded. "Of course."

or Sylvie, nor did she bother engaging in any further pointless squabbling. She simply climbed into

brow furrowed ever

with someone like Patrick? She didn't even have the right background for his

notice," Grady mused, "Mr. Patrick seems... unusually