How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 491

She glanced over at Jarrod, who was deep in conversation with Andrea about business. A satisfied smile flickered in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Jarrod noticed the women chatting. Just then, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the caller ID, excused himself, and stepped out to take the call.

The art gallery was spacious. Today's exhibition featured abstract oil paintings, but the place was still nearly empty, lending it a hollow, almost chilly silence.

By the time Jarrod finished his call, he found himself wandering the gallery halls, eventually stopping in front of a particular painting.

He knew this piece intimately.

It was the one Elodie had once asked him about...

He stood there, quietly contemplating the painting.

Footsteps sounded behind him.

He turned, ready to move on, and saw Patricia not far away.

She was clearly surprised to see him as well.

But Jarrod only gave her a brief, impassive glance-no greeting-then strode away, his long legs carrying him quickly down the hall.

Patricia frowned, watching his retreating figure. She took a few steps forward and finally noticed the painting he'd been standing before.

For a moment, Patricia was transfixed.

her immediately. She knew, in an instant, this was exactly

hesitation, she went to find a staff member-she wanted to buy

and Patricia was willing to pay whatever it took. She waited for someone to come discuss

walked toward the spiral

man's voice: "Mr. Silverstein, Mr. Faust is still with Ms. Fielding discussing the

watch as he walked. "Yes. I'll speak to Faust directly in a bit. Let's take that

Silverstein, you do realize Ms. Fielding's mother is suspected of plagiarizing Winifred

and shot him a cold

just

her mother's situation-well, that was

as a brief detour, now, urgent business awaited. He turned to Andrea, "Stay here and handle the follow-up. I'm heading back

straightened. "Of course,

in a

had caught enough of

up on the key points-enough to piece together

hurried back to the spot where Jarrod had paused, gazing at the painting that

and Selma emerged from a side

knit instinctively, but

adminnoticed Patricia was

a painting-the one Selma

Of course,

for a moment, then

"Miss Aldridge?"