How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 447

Maurice walked Sylvie out, while Joseph stayed behind to handle the situation.

As for the live-streaming fiasco...

That would have to wait. They could only address it after things unfolded further.

Elodie, meanwhile, didn't bother with how the mess at the venue would be cleaned up. The old lady still had a firm grip on her hand, and Elodie couldn't exactly pull away, so she quietly followed her into the car.

They arrived at the old lady's villa.

Jarrod got out first, circled around, and opened the door for Elodie. His gaze was steady, unfazed.

Elodie sometimes admired this about Jarrod-how he could keep his composure and even put on a performance at a time like this.

She stepped out and went inside behind the old lady.

Today, the old lady didn't seem particularly angry. In fact, she looked rather pleased with Jarrod's conduct. "Such a mess at the hotel-no one even got to eat. We've got dinner ready here at home, let's all sit down together before we talk."

Sure enough, the table was already set, as

Jarrod said, taking a

she sat down

and couldn't help but sigh. "Jarrod, you need to explain things to Elodie. Some

change, but before he could answer,

Jarrod would only pretend to play along to keep up appearances for the old lady. She didn't have the patience for such an act and preferred to brush past the topic as quickly as possible. The sooner this ended, the oner she could be

no point in binding together two people who didn't care about each other. She hoped the old lady would eventually

was making it clear to the old lady that she

his fingers lightly on the table.

lady just

understand these two. Elodie

Sylvie was it because she trusted Jarrod, or because she simply didn't care? And Jarrod's response... it was as though he'd solve the problem if Elodie asked him to, but

at her, and she squeezed Elodie's hand. “You're the only one I recognize, dear. No matter what happens, you're the only

She meant every word.

As for that Sylvie?

it into the Silverstein family, not a

generation clung to their views on marriage. Since she couldn't bring herself to talk about divorce outright, she didn't try to reason with the old lady. She simply nodded. "Please don't worry about