How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 507

Sylvie looked pale, her expression strained as she squeezed her eyes shut. "Fifty million," she forced out.

Selma felt as if her heart had been wrung dry.

Her bank account was already running on fumes. Only days ago, she'd paid the rental fee for Patricia's art museum and hired the best curatorial team in the country. Every step demanded money-nothing came cheap.

"This is a mess," Selma admitted, her face growing even more ashen. "I'm not sure we can fix it."

A headache pulsed behind Sylvie's eyes, a dull roar in her ears. "Don't tell Jarrod about this. The exhibition debacle is bad enough—I don't want to go to him for help again. It's embarrassing."

She knew full well: if she ever needed anything, Jarrod would be there for her in a heartbeat.

He'd already stepped in to handle the media fallout from the gallery debacle, moving fast to keep everything under wraps and shield her and her mother from the worst of it. Sylvie was keenly aware of how much Jarrod had always done for her, how deeply he cared, how hard he worked behind the scenes.

But this time, she wanted to find her own way out. This matter was just too sordid -she couldn't bear to let Jarrod see her at her lowest.

Besides, Jarrod had personally arranged for her mother's new placement, negotiating a hefty contract with Faust's institution. If this scandal hadn't erupted, her mother's reputation could have soared thanks to the collaboration with The Obsidian Gallery.

It should have brought them both recognition and reward.

everything had gone wrong, and the outcome couldn't have been

Jarrod stopped

"There won't be any major press coverage. The media won't be spreading

backlash within the art community. If things weren't handled

was that Jarrod was still standing

now, he hadn't wavered in his feelings for Sylvie. The way he'd immediately stepped in to quiet the press

how pale she looked. "Just

came over as he spoke, warmth blooming in her chest at the sight of him. Even yesterday, Maurice and

with Faust...

wasn't about to let such a humiliating

he wouldn't judge her, pride kept

stay long-work called

Sylvie was about to head

Fairview University School of Art

heart skipped a

clicked the link

University's School of Art had just released a statement:

our student Winifred

rights and restoring justice. We will