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 side and,

a polite, elegant nod. "President Barnes, nice to meet you. I'm

Jarrod. "It has been a while. Thank you, Mr. Silverstein, for gracing us with

nodding briefly before addressing Elodie, "Feel

of woman Sylvie was and had no interest in putting

could feel the difference in treatment-especially after she'd just

furrowed for a moment, but she

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

caught her off

glanced at him. “Does that have anything to do with you, Mr.

her presence was the reason Sylvie

could sense Elodie's indifference; she

when Esmeralda,

her circuit of the

her arm through Elodie's, shooting Sylvie a

fillers to last a lifetime—her

yet she still had the nerve to show up on Jarrod's arm, putting

was she

caught the jab; her

comment and hurried over, laughing awkwardly. "Ms. Mercer, you really do have a sharp

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