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.

was still sulking. "Honestly, I think Jarrod just wants to help Sylvie because she's starting to lose ground with you around. He's pulling every string he can, calling in favors from his mother's

influential Waldron was, Esmeralda was even more

intentions seemed all the

Esmeralda on the forehead before saying, "It might not work out. Mr. Ferguson is notoriously eccentric—there's no guarantee he'll even

He glanced at Elodie.

out all those years ago, they'd end

he truly wants," Elodie remarked thoughtfully. "If Jarrod managed to get him to show up, then

Alexander frowned, considering that.

It made sense.

the fact that Elodie could

Vel

woman and even meeting the family about it-left

bothered. When you love someone, you just

best for them,

retreated to their rooms for the

the opportunity to keep working on her third

a

since returning had broadened her thinking and given her a new perspective, so she felt this paper was her strongest yet, much better than

latest draft, Esmeralda

was a post Sylvie had just

had snapped a photo of the exterior of a grand mansion with classic landscaping, captioned: [Still