How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 526

Sylvie's pupils contracted sharply.

She remembered something she'd once said to Elodie at a celebration party—a

line that now came back to slap her in the face, hard.

She felt as if invisible hands were squeezing her throat, making it nearly

impossible to breathe.

Instinctively, she reached out for something, anything, to steady herself. Her eyes landed on Jarrod.

But Jarrod's gaze was already fixed on Elodie.

He stood, pushing his chair back. "Since Ms. Thorne has made her decision, and Sylvie is at fault, there's really nothing more to say. Let's end it here."

His words hit Sylvie like a punch to the chest.

She wanted to protest, but she couldn't.

Elodie had achieved exactly what she wanted.

There was no point wasting any more energy on this. The proxy agreement with Jarrod had been unexpected, but now that she had this knife, why not use it?

mother and daughter-after so many years of leeching off her mother's work,

the wicked ever

everything she'd done today was

she could say

herself. Nobody forced

that, Elodie turned and headed for

and unyielding. Still, he couldn't help glancing at

she stared at Elodie's retreating back. Years of carefully cultivated pride crumbled in an instant, replaced by a surge of barely contained

was ashen, her steps urgent, heels clicking as she

seized Elodie by the wrist, yanking her back with

other hand shot up, ready

been standing by Elodie's side, reacted instantly. His expression darkened as he intercepted Sylvie's arm, shoving her away with a steely glare. "You think you have the right to lay a

the consequences, you shouldn't have done it. Who

to blame?

Alexander's shove

beyond reason now; no one could expect rationality in a moment like

not Elodie who's vicious? Elodie, aren't you afraid karma will bite back?" Sylvie's fists clenched as her world collapsed around

had crushed them, piece by piece, with her

Sylvie's unraveling composure

you and your mother deserve?” Elodie's voice was icy. "Congratulations to you both. You've ended

Sylvie went paper pale.

didn't spare her another glance. She walked