How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 448

To think she'd dare make it all the way to a public proposal... That girl truly has no shame left.

Absolutely shameless!

Jarrod didn't argue. He simply asked, "So, are you satisfied with how things turned out tonight?"

The old lady gave a cold snort. "From now on, your marriage to Elodie is out in the open. No matter what went on between you and Sylvie, she's finished. She's been basking in the perks of the 'future Mrs. Silverstein' title for ages, and now? She's the one who has to bear the disgrace. Isn't this all just the consequences of her own actions?"

After tonight, Sylvie's reputation in these circles was finished-ruined beyond repair.

Jarrod understood exactly what this meant. He didn't respond further, showing no sign of wanting to challenge his grandmother. His posture was casual, almost indifferent.

By the time Elodie returned, the two had already finished their discussion.

She didn't bother to ask how things would play out next. In truth, everyone in the Silverstein family had always known about Sylvie. Tonight was simply the first real confrontation.

Elodie understood there was no need for the old lady to tear away the last pretense. After all, for families like theirs, reputation was everything. The old lady had lashed out in anger, but even though Jarrod was the one at fault, she'd set aside all those things the family held dear just to protect her own grandson. Elodie couldn't help but owe her for that.

Some truths, once seen, can never be spoken aloud.

Finally, a servant brought out the cake.

The old lady, wanting to give the two of them a moment alone-perhaps hoping the ice between them would finally melt-took her leave.

Elodie stayed where she was, the candlelight flickering across Jarrod's face from across the table.

In the end, it turned out her birthday would be spent alone with him after all.

found the whole thing

today and thrown a fit, the old lady would've just assumed she and Jarrod were fighting, and that would have created even more trouble for her. Elodie hated wasting

drama; best to get everything over

didn't seem bothered

how

it. Almost nothing could

Sylvie's predicament. More likely,

glowing candle for a long moment, then, as tradition required, leaned forward and

Elodie looked at him and said, "Let your grandmother know

to stay even a minute

she plan to share a slice of cake with Jarrod. The candle

come back tonight because the old lady had insisted; staying overnight was

He got

calm. "I'll go with you. If

leave my grandmother

me hear

will

"}

He wasn't wrong.

Elodie said nothing more.

a servant to inform the old lady, then walked with Elodie toward

the bleak moonlight,

strode

ead, her pace brisk.

at a

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