How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 230

Charlie was, after all, a respected veteran in the field-he couldn't help but chime in on technical matters.

Across from Elodie sat Mr. Black and Haywood. Haywood, never one for small talk, leaned in and spoke quietly to Elodie, an uncharacteristic warmth lighting up his usually stern face.

Joseph, swirling his drink, glanced up just in time to catch the scene. A flicker of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He knew Mr. Haywood. At the company, the man was rigid, almost old-fashioned -definitely not the friendly type. So why was he suddenly so genial with Elodie? Joseph couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the story.

At the front, Sylvie sat near the head of the table. Someone piped up, "Ms. Fielding, we've noticed Mr. Silverstein hasn't left your side all evening. We're all a bit curious-how do you two know each other?"

The question immediately shifted the spotlight to them.

Jarrod finally lifted his gaze, slow and unbothered.

Sylvie couldn't help but laugh. "Well, we..."

Alexander took a sip of water, then leaned over and muttered to Elodie with a smirk, "Who cares about the juicy details of his cheating?"

Elodie finished typing her last message and locked her phone. She was far removed from all this now. As long as Jarrod was present, he and Sylvie would always be the center of gossip. But she couldn't care less anymore.

However-

with her former stepfather's company. Met a couple of times. Later on, Jarrod attended that art exhibition in Verdania, where he ran into Sylvie, who was organizing a show for Mrs. Haywood. Jarrod fell in love with one of Mrs. Haywood's paintings, so he and Sylvie started talking business. One thing led to

for half of it himself. Verdania's art shows were legendary, and Jarrod had been in a leisurely phase, frequenting them often. Maurice had tagged along more than once, just for the

then, Jarrod would occasionally fly in for the exhibitions.

old memory had crossed his mind, but he

sipped her tea quietly, detached

whispered, "That's quite the long-distance affair. Cheating across the Atlantic-what an

to the month? Were

"Honestly, Mr. Nilsson is throwing Sylvie under the bus here he's spelled out exactly when she and Jarrod started getting close, all in

but look

to that period. No wonder Jarrod had been traveling

of the table. Sure enough, his father's

to listen any longer, Charlie stood abruptly, hands clasped behind his back, and walked

hush fell over the room. Even Sylvie looked

whispered, "What's gotten into

didn't even blink. "No idea," he

Elodie knew: the professor was

options for a moment, then slipped out quietly while everyone was

up with him in the hallway and scratched her head sheepishly. "Aren't you

look. "And you still