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.

in stunned silence. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke up. "Jarrod, wouldn't it have been better not to get involved? This could've been sorted out quietly. If you defend Sylvie in front of everyone

just give people more to gossip about? Aside from comforting

dramas could be overlooked,

Sylvie home," Jarrod said, clapping Maurice

who'd been standing quietly behind them. "Since when

since they were young.

there was no denying it: after today, the

painting "Extinction" she'd purchased from

need

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without fuss, but she still offered, "Talking money might sound

debt of

a smile on her lips. "You know me well enough by now. How about this?

up, nodding enthusiastically. "After a day like

the trunk, and waved them

driver's seat, the other