How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 502

Patricia shot Sylvie a cold, mocking look. "Really think you're some kind of star, do you?"

Sylvie's face froze.

She just didn't get it.

Why was Patricia so determined to side with Elodie?

Sure, the venue belonged to Patricia, but they were the ones paying for today's event.

Selma, having regained her composure, faced the row of cameras now trained on her and took a steadying breath. "This is all just a misunderstanding, Miss Aldridge. I'm afraid you aren't aware of some old conflicts between Elodie and my family. I hope you won't let yourself be led astray."

Patricia gave a derisive laugh. "Let me ask you again: is 'Extinction' really your work?"

Selma met Elodie's icy gaze, then glanced at Patricia's half-amused, half- threatening smile. She had a bad feeling about this. She'd already admitted 'Extinction' was hers-there was no turning back now.

"What are you trying to say, Miss Aldridge?" Selma asked, her tone guarded. Sylvie's heart skipped a beat for no reason at all.

She instinctively glanced down at Jarrod, who sat calm and unflappable, his presence giving her a flicker of reassurance.

"That's right, Miss Aldridge, shouldn't there be more concrete evidence?" Grady chimed in, frowning. "After all, 'Extinction' is unsigned. You can't just take Elodie's word that it belonged to her mother."

But most of the artists present kept silent.

They could see it for themselves:

The brushwork in 'Extinction' and 'Delusion'-the difference in skill was like night and day.

Selma...wasn't as simple as she appeared.

Meanwhile, several journalists caught every flicker of emotion on Selma's face, their senses keen for a scandal.

Did Sylvie do something to get on

just stared

what everyone was

a cold laugh. "Evidence? Of

another painting was

everyone

first, surprise flickering in her

the upper half

University School of Art's

it, the color drained from her

chest and staggered back a

that instant,

and 'Extinction' are two parts of a whole,"

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her gaze over the audience. "Separately, they might seem

full meaning. You're all experts here. Don't

at this panel-guests, journalists, and art

It was obvious.

crowd surged forward

were placed side by side, a

went through the room.

The craftsmanship was undeniable.

to 'Delusion' hanging

The difference was glaring.

disbelieving eyes focused on

how do you explain this? Are

off Ms. Winifred's

pale imitation of these two. Have you spent your entire career copying