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.

stopped at

fully aware of Louisa's status, offered a polite, elegant nod. "President Barnes,

settled on Jarrod. "It has been a while. Thank you, Mr. Silverstein, for gracing us with your presence at the

did she spare Sylvie a fleeting glance, nodding briefly before addressing Elodie,

what kind of woman Sylvie was and had no interest

difference in treatment-especially after she'd just witnessed

moment, but

But Jarrod happened to look at her, his tone even

question caught

at him. “Does that have

think her presence was the

she didn't even bother to

was when

circuit of the

over and slipped her arm through Elodie's, shooting Sylvie a sideways

enough fillers to last

nerve to show up on

Who was she

caught the jab;

over, laughing awkwardly. "Ms. Mercer, you really do have a sharp tongue. We're all women here-no need

snorted. "If we're all women, why are