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.

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

didn't finish the sentence, but the implication hung there-wouldn't that just give people more

could be overlooked, but this time

clapping Maurice on the shoulder, making it clear the

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

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

his silence, but there was no denying it: after today, the fallout from Selma and Sylvie's scandal would

Patricia learned that Winifred was Elodie's mother, she promptly returned the painting "Extinction" she'd purchased from Selma's gallery "It belongs

need to

Art at

gesture without fuss, but she still offered, "Talking money might sound tacky to you, but there's ever anything you need, just let

debt of

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

nodding enthusiastically. "After a day like

the trunk, and waved them forward. "Alright, dinner's

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