How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 467

Everyone nearby who overheard Louisa's words couldn't help but glance in that direction.

Jarrod had indeed arrived-accompanied by Sylvie.

It was clear her position hadn't been shaken; she still came and went at Jarrod's side, her privileged treatment on full display.

Some of the more seasoned insiders in the room exchanged knowing looks, quietly speculating: between Elodie and Sylvie, who was truly more secure?

But Louisa's deliberate use of the word "husband" in front of everyone carried a pointed significance.

Who here wasn't sharp enough to catch her meaning?

It was obvious that President Barnes was slighting Sylvie's presence.

When Jarrod entered, he spotted Elodie. His gaze lingered on her for a couple of seconds, neither avoiding nor seeking her out, making it clear there was no longer any need for pretense.

He adjusted his pace and, almost naturally, made his way toward Elodie.

Sylvie frowned but chose to follow.

Watching the scene unfold, Maurice couldn't help but be taken aback.

Jarrod stopped at her

Louisa's status, offered a polite, elegant

with your

nodding briefly before addressing Elodie, "Feel free to look around. If you

knew exactly what kind of woman Sylvie was and

the difference in treatment-especially after she'd

furrowed for a moment, but

desire to linger. But Jarrod happened to look at her, his tone even as

question caught her off

have anything to

he think her presence was the reason

Elodie's indifference; she didn't

was when

circuit of

over and slipped her arm through Elodie's, shooting Sylvie a sideways glance. "Looks

fillers to last a

nerve to show

Who was she trying

course, caught the jab; her eyes

Esmeralda's comment and hurried over, laughing awkwardly. "Ms. Mercer, you really do have

"If we're all women, why are some