How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 504

The scene had plunged into chaos.

Just moments ago, the atmosphere brimmed with privilege and prestige, but now that illusion lay shattered at everyone's feet.

Patricia, unpredictable as ever, had torn everything down without a second thought.

Caught in the middle of it all, Elodie felt the world blur around her. Years of obsession and longing-at last, the fog seemed to lift, and hope flickered through the cracks. With such a public platform to set things right, everything else could finally move forward. At the very least, her mother's so-called "blemish" from all those years ago could slowly be washed away.

But for Selma, the fallout from today was just beginning. The embarrassment she faced now was nothing compared to what awaited her.

Elodie drifted, lost in thought, then turned around. Her gaze collided-unexpected and sharp-with Jarrod's. He stood tall across the crowd, his eyes finding hers through the swirling commotion.

Her fingers curled into fists. A smirk tugged at her lips-one part mockery, one part warning.

Jarrod hadn't managed to contain the situation, and now he'd have to deal with the headache he'd brought on himself.

Turning away, Elodie made her way over to Esmeralda.

stunned silence. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke up. "Jarrod, wouldn't it have

finish the sentence, but the implication hung there-wouldn't that just give people more to gossip about? Aside from comforting Sylvie, what good

overlooked, but this time was

Maurice on the shoulder, making it clear the discussion

been standing quietly behind them. "Since when is

for his cold, ruthless efficiency-he'd always been that way, ever since they were young. But now, suddenly, he was so concerned with

kept his silence, but there was no denying it: after today, the

that Winifred was Elodie's mother, she promptly returned the painting "Extinction" she'd purchased from Selma's gallery "It belongs to you now, Patricia said. "As for the top

I still need

School of Art at Fairview

might sound tacky to you, but there's ever anything you need,

of

hint of a smile on her lips. "You know me well enough by now. How about this? Let's go grab dinner

piped up, nodding enthusiastically. "After

smiled, shut the trunk, and waved

seat, the other for shotgun. Elodie followed, shaking her head