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."

the dining room. Sure enough, the table was already set, as if

said, taking a

old lady had things to say, so she sat down as well, waiting for what would come

and couldn't help but sigh. "Jarrod, you need to explain things to Elodie. Some people—and some matters— have nothing to do with you,

but before he could answer, Elodie spoke up. "Grandma, it

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

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

There wasn't a flicker of emotion on her face. She was making it clear to the old lady that she didn't

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

lady just

understand these two. Elodie

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 matter, he'd go

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

She meant every word.

As for that Sylvie?

never make it into the Silverstein family, not a

on marriage. Since she couldn't bring herself to talk about divorce outright, she didn't try to reason with the old