How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 161

Elodie was taken aback by Esmeralda's words and sat in stunned silence for a long moment.

Could it really be true?

Her gaze darkened as she looked ahead at Jarrod.

In that instant, she couldn't read him at all-he was a closed book to her.

If Esmeralda's guess was right...

Then Jarrod wasn't just humiliating her he was openly disgracing the Thorne family.

She couldn't bear the thought of her mother's wedding ring ending up on Selma's daughter's finger.

"Elodie, let's try to think of another way," Esmeralda said, her face etched with worry as she noticed how pale Elodie had become. Clearly, this blow had hit her hard.

Elodie nodded, forcing herself to stay calm.

There was nothing she could do now but bide her time and look for another opportunity.

The charity gala had its own rules, and she couldn't simply disrupt the proceedings.

She lifted her eyes to the front of the room. Sylvie was in high spirits, chatting animatedly with Jarrod, who sat quietly listening. To any outsider, they looked like

couple-charming,

disappointment and humiliation only serving to set off their

eyes for a brief moment,

Even if every road seemed

to give up on her

on. The auction lots donated from around the world were nearly

event's hosts, took

Seven hundred million.

to impoverished communities across the country,

But the highlight was...

announced, "Let's congratulate Mr. Silverstein and Ms. Fielding, our most generous patrons of the

Thunderous applause broke out.

as Jarrod basked in the glory, all for the sake of impressing

a

was nothing like a formal auction-it was more

been invited to perform

on, "Tonight, since everyone's in such high spirits, we've added a fun new segment! Our distinguished guests can showcase their talents. Whoever wins first place

idea. It could give more kids

the piano. Since we didn't manage to win anything tonight, why not play a piece? Maybe you could help the kids get

way to do some good, at

her composure after the earlier blow. She'd spent the whole evening searching for Fergus and hadn't caught sight of him—perhaps, if

considered for a moment, then nodded her