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.

approach her either. Her eyes sharpened just as Jarrod stopped at her

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

for gracing us with your presence at the

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

of woman Sylvie was and had no interest in putting on a

the difference in treatment-especially after she'd just witnessed Louisa and Elodie chatting so

for a moment, but she quickly composed

no desire to linger. But Jarrod happened to look at her, his

question caught her off

that have anything

presence was

she

when Esmeralda,

her circuit of

arm through Elodie's, shooting Sylvie a sideways glance. "Looks

last a

the nerve to show up on Jarrod's arm, putting on

Who was she

caught the

"Ms. Mercer, you really do have a sharp tongue. We're

"If we're all women, why are some so