How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 162

Even though she said all the right things, her eyes never left Elodie, making her intentions perfectly clear-she wanted Elodie to step aside.

Esmeralda wasn't having any of it. She frowned and stood up, arms crossed. "Ms. Jett, if you have something to say, why not just come out with it?"

It couldn't be more obvious—they were all determined to prop up Sylvie. And why? Wasn't it just because Sylvie had Jarrod's backing? If not for him, she'd be nothing but the other woman. What was so special about her?

Queenie hadn't expected Esmeralda to be so blunt and unyielding. For a moment, she looked displeased.

Maurice, biting into an apple, chuckled. "Come on, Ms. Thorne, is it really worth it? Sylvie likes that ring, and suddenly you want it too. She wants to play the piano, and next thing we know, you're signing up for lessons?"

As far as he was concerned, Elodie must have only chosen to perform on the piano after learning Sylvie would be doing the same. It was as if she was determined to go head-to-head with her; as if she was dying to steal Sylvie's spotlight-just to catch Jarrod's attention.

Grady frowned too, thinking Elodie was in way over her head. "Do you even know what Ms. Fielding is capable of? She got her advanced certificate last year and even won an award in competition. This isn't some kids' music class where you can get by playing 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.""

If she had any sense, she'd back down now.

At that moment, Jarrod cast a glance across the room-cool, unreadable.

He looked every bit the detached aristocrat, as if none

husband gives when he's

her lips

"So she's the only one who can earn an advanced certificate, and

words hung

unhurried laugh, her composure unshaken. She looked Elodie up and

How come she'd never heard of it? If Elodie was so good, why had she never

Sylvie doubting. Maurice and Grady were both shaking their heads,

stayed silent, studying Elodie with a thoughtful, inscrutable gaze. There was no skepticism in his expression, nothing to give him

He glanced at Elodie and lowered his eyes, absently tracing his phone with his thumb. The others might not know, but he

center of attention, Elodie's expression stayed calm and poised. "Since there's a conflict, let's get to the point-how are

to the heart

the truth: they all favored Sylvie only because of Jarrod. No one would say it out loud, of course that would be

turning a glass of

took a drag from his cigarette. "That's the woman I told you about last time-the one who's always got a move up her sleeve. Funny, isn't it? She knows all about Sylvie and Jarrod, but pretends she doesn't and asks

neck. Even now,