How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 376

The assistant's words nearly made Sylvie's face tighten with alarm. She stared at the invitation handed to her, her eyes narrowing.

"President Fielding? What's this about?" Even the assistant seemed confused, setting the envelope on Sylvie's desk.

The Silverstein family's daughter-in-law? Just how many daughters-in-law does the Silverstein family have, anyway?

"It's fine. You can go now." Selma, ever composed, reacted first, her expression regal and unreadable.

The assistant nodded and slipped out, closing the door behind her.

As soon as they were alone, Sylvie frowned, but she didn't seem overly

concerned. "Is Henrietta trying to send me a warning?"

She was genuinely surprised. Henrietta had gone out of her way to throw a lavish celebration for her "granddaughter-in-law." Clearly, the old matriarch had caught wind of Elodie's stellar exam results and decided to make a show of it.

But this invitation wasn't meant to include Sylvie at all. It was simply to announce -loud and clear-that Mrs. Silverstein was Elodie, that the Silverstein family's daughter-in-law was Elodie.

She absolutely won't allow you to attend. It's because you have

didn't show

closer and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry. Henrietta doesn't dislike you, she's just old-fashioned. She thinks no matter how unhappy a

you and Henrietta meet face-to-face, she'll see for herself that you outshine Elodie

big production, Jarrod won't let

little interest. "I know. Jarrod's only going along with this for Henrietta's sake. Otherwise,

help feeling a twinge of resentment. With Henrietta making such a fuss over her, Elodie might actually start believing her place in the family

secure.

she can't control Jarrod. She's trying to pressure you instead. But as long as Jarrod's on your side, you have nothing

scoffed. "There's no real feeling between Jarrod and Elodie. You're the only one who matters to him. Even if Elodie managed to ace her exams with Mr. Sterling's help, so what? It might impress someone like Henrietta, who doesn't know better, but book smarts don't mean much in the real world. You don't need

Sylvie understood all this.

Elodie's achievements had managed to catch the

of letting her attend. But Sylvie had no desire to compete with Elodie for meaningless status-everyone knew

other men. He knows his own mind. No one can

considered this, her eyes narrowing. "So, should we bring this up with