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?"

didn't respond, his

up. "Sylvie's never

Maurice looked stunned.

his eyes to

still working at full tilt in the

of data and licensing issues with various vendors, she made sure everything was

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

typing, unfazed. "Is that

"You know how I'm in all those 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 the Silversteins are so overjoyed because Jarrod's finally getting

many big shots at the top. Naturally, all sorts of stories

could resist a bit

after all; whoever Jarrod wanted to marry was his own business. She figured he was probably still in the process

the door to Elodie's office burst

in, his expression

rarely seen him look so serious. Even Esmeralda dropped

phone down in front of