How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 250

Elodie couldn't have cared less.

That was his problem.

After all, this birthday gala was a grand affair—an important social event that reflected the company's image and was vital for networking.

Esmeralda accompanied Elodie to pick out an evening gown suitable for the occasion, stylish enough to make an impression. Together, they also chose a well- considered birthday gift for Raleigh.

On the afternoon of the eighteenth, Alexander picked Elodie up, and they drove together to the Warwick family estate.

In the hours leading up to the event, Elodie hadn't received a single message or reminder from Jarrod.

Neither she nor Alexander brought up how they planned to handle the party-they simply fell into a tacit silence, each keeping their own counsel.

The Warwick family lived in a sprawling manor surrounded by meticulously landscaped gardens. Even at the gate, it was clear this was a gathering for the city's elite: luxury cars lined the driveway, and the front steps buzzed with well- dressed guests.

Tonight, Elodie wore a deep green silk gown that hugged her slender figure, her wrist adorned with a vintage gemstone watch that matched her dress. Her hair was swept into a graceful low chignon, lending an air of poised elegance.

grand entrance, heads turned. Whispers spread as people took

and he'd come to help with the preparations. He spotted

gaze lingered on her, eyes unconsciously sweeping her from head to toe. For a moment, he was caught off guard by her beauty-tall and willowy, she wore the gown with an effortless grace, her calm composure making her stand out even more. She looked

always known Elodie was

approached Alexander. "Mr. Sterling, I apologize for not greeting you at the door. The party doesn't start for another hour-please, come in and make

cordial. "I thought I'd see Mr. Warwick-has he

quietly by Alexander's side,

"My brother is tending to other matters-there are quite a few guests tonight. I hope you

then." Alexander didn't linger, motioning for

ignoring Naylor

coldness, watching her retreating

Did she not even have the decency for

there are more guests arriving," someone

his manner quickly returning to normal.

among a few familiar faces-even Mr. Ableson from the

leaning in to murmur, "I don't see Jarrod. He hasn't reached out to