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.

knew, in an instant,

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

pay

walked toward the spiral staircase, she overheard a

with Ms. Fielding discussing the contract. Did

speak to Faust directly in a

"Mr. Silverstein, you do realize Ms. Fielding's mother is

and shot

understood. "Right, you're just

for her mother's situation-well,

gallery as a brief detour, now, urgent business awaited. He turned to Andrea, "Stay here and

"Of

left in a

had caught enough

picked up on the key points-enough to piece together what

Jarrod had paused, gazing at

Sylvie and Selma emerged from a

brows knit instinctively, but

adminnoticed Patricia was

a painting-the one Selma

created. Of course, she recognized it

moment,

"Miss Aldridge?"