How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 382

The old woman was suddenly at a loss for words.

She stared at Jarrod for a long time, unable to say anything.

Jarrod, however, didn't raise his voice or lose his composure. Once he'd made his point clear, he relaxed, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "Alright, Grandma, let me take you home. This ends here. I'll handle my own affairs."

That was his final word, shutting down any further interference.

The old woman opened her mouth, struggling, "You..."

But nothing more would come out.

All she could do was brush Jarrod's hand away. "No need! Go keep Elodie company!"

Jarrod glanced at his indignant grandmother, slipped one hand into his pocket, and shook his head with a quiet, amused sigh.

Maurice and Joseph approached from either side, unaware of what had just transpired between the grandson and grandmother. Maurice looked puzzled. "Why would Raleigh suddenly ask about that? If this really gets out, won't Sylvie be the one everyone gossips about?"

respond, his attitude

then turned to Jarrod. After a moment, he spoke up. "Sylvie's never had any official status. If things really did go public,

Maurice looked stunned.

lifted his eyes to meet

flight control system team was still working at full tilt in

resolved a string of data and licensing issues with various vendors, she made sure everything

office, Esmeralda sauntered over, smirking. “That huge Silverstein family gala—wasn't it supposed to be for you? Now everyone's saying the party's because Jarrod has some big

kept typing, unfazed. "Is that

group chats- work, social, everything. Lately, there's been all kinds of gossip. People are saying someone spotted Sylvie outside the hotel with Jarrod that night. The rumors are wild, like

many big shots at the

nobody could resist a

were divorced, after all; whoever Jarrod wanted to marry was his own business. She figured he was

door to Elodie's office burst

his expression unusually

serious. Even Esmeralda dropped

phone down in front