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."

but her stance was

disliked those

never felt threatened by Elodie, and besides, even if Elodie wanted to

car without closing the door. She leaned toward Jarrod, eyes drifting

eyes up, giving Elodie a thoughtful, inscrutable

glance was supposed to mean, nor did she care

view. He was clearly comfortable with her seeing them-unlike earlier, when he'd been careful to keep the details from

turned away, her expression unreadable, her mood

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

when he saw that Elodie looked perfectly calm,

with Patrick, a polite smile on his lips that didn't

cheerfully. "Ms. Thorne, I'd like to hear more about the

Elodie nodded. "Of course."

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

furrowed ever so

Elodie possibly have to discuss with someone like Patrick? She

Grady mused, "Mr. Patrick seems...