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 was

Sylvie disliked those

if Elodie wanted

closing the door. She leaned toward Jarrod, eyes drifting to the open

his eyes up, giving Elodie a thoughtful, inscrutable

glance was supposed to mean, nor did she care

notice that, this time, Jarrod made no attempt to shield his laptop's meeting notes from Sylvie's view. He was clearly comfortable with her

expression unreadable,

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

saw that Elodie looked perfectly

stepping out with Patrick, a polite smile on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Elodie's

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

Elodie nodded. "Of course."

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

furrowed ever

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

mused, "Mr. Patrick seems... unusually