How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 413

Lucinda decided to be honest-after all, she didn't even know how Jarrod had managed to convince his great-grandfather to reach out and arrange a meeting with Waldron. That was no small feat.

"Well, let's just leave it to fate," Jarrod replied, sounding remarkably calm, as if he already knew how things would turn out.

Lucinda studied him. "What are you really thinking? You could have met with Mr. Ferguson on your own first. Instead, you brought him to meet both me and your great-grandfather. Are you trying to set something up between him and someone

else?"

Sylvie's reputation had definitely taken a hit lately.

At a time like this, Lucinda genuinely hoped Jarrod would be more cautious.

Jarrod slipped his phone into his pocket, glanced sidelong at Lucinda, and his lips curled in a faint, enigmatic smile. "I thought you liked her."

Lucinda frowned slightly at that.

But Jarrod was already brushing past her into the next room, clearly not interested in elaborating.

Meeting Waldron at Goldspire today had been completely unexpected.

But it was certainly a shock.

still sulking. "Honestly, I think Jarrod just wants to help Sylvie because she's starting to lose ground with you around. He's

how influential Waldron was, Esmeralda was even more

Jarrod's intentions seemed all the more

before saying, "It might not work out. Mr. Ferguson is notoriously eccentric—there's no guarantee he'll even like Sylvie. There's some

He glanced at Elodie.

after the falling out all those years ago, they'd end up in a situation like

he truly wants," Elodie remarked thoughtfully. "If Jarrod managed to

Alexander frowned, considering that.

It made sense.

could calmly analyze how her

Vel

to such lengths for another woman and even meeting the family about it-left him with a strange,

part, didn't seem bothered.

them, no matter

all retreated to their rooms for

to keep working on

final stretch now-just a bit more editing and it

perspective, so she felt this

she was reviewing her latest draft, Esmeralda sent a

a post Sylvie had

of the exterior of a grand mansion with classic landscaping, captioned: