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."

glanced toward the dining room. Sure enough, the table was already set, as if they'd been expected

taking a

things to say, so she sat down as well, waiting for what

explain things to Elodie. Some people—and

but before he could

knew 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

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

face. She was making it clear to the

his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. “Grandma, Elodie's feelings are my

old lady

understand these two. Elodie

rumors linking Jarrod and 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 if she said it didn't

act like outsiders to their own marriage left the old lady feeling helpless. Guilt pricked at her, and she squeezed Elodie's hand. “You're the

She meant every word.

As for that Sylvie?

into the Silverstein

deeply the older 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.