How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 556

Maurice glanced at Jarrod, noticing that he hardly seemed to care about Sylvie's performance today he hadn't even offered her a single word of comfort.

Maurice found this rather interesting. A flicker of amusement crossed his eyes before he finally spoke. "Well, attitude matters more than anything. It's good you're able to see it that way."

Sylvie felt a heaviness in her chest, but she said nothing more.

Her gaze drifted toward Elodie.

As fate would have it, Elodie and her group had to pass by them on their way out.

The moment they walked past, Jarrod lifted his chin, looking lazily at Elodie. "Congratulations," he said, offering just that single word.

That was enough to make Sylvie freeze, her composure unraveling in an instant as a silent alarm blared in her mind.

Elodie hadn't expected Jarrod to address her. She slowed for a brief moment, glancing at him. He was watching her, his face unreadable, but there was a faint, ambiguous smile in his eyes.

Even Alexander looked surprised, shooting a quick look at Sylvie, whose expression had soured visibly.

Elodie didn't stop, nor did she intend to reply.

and chimed in, "Mr. Silverstein, instead of fussing over your ex-wife, maybe you should

that, Sylvie's face grew

to Jarrod, only to

"Jarrod, could you take me home

looked at her. "I'm not done here yet. I need to meet with a

composure. “Alright, you take care of

not to let anyone

watched her go, feeling a stab

least offer a few words

his ex-wife,

left

cold. How could anyone

kept to himself. In

Jarrod. “Sylvie took quite a hit today. Anything you do or say will

raised an eyebrow.

more than a decade of friendship, he still couldn't claim to truly know what was going on

see him. With his hands clasped behind his back, he remarked, “You still have time to pay

days have been pretty relaxed. Aren't you planning to