How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 567

From a short distance, she couldn't quite make out his expression, but it felt like he'd been watching her for a long while. The tension around him had faded; he seemed almost relaxed.

Between them, not a word was spoken.

Watts glanced at Elodie, then shifted his gaze to Jarrod.

Jarrod didn't linger.

He walked toward the exit, the lobby busy with people coming and going, waiting for their cars.

Patricia stepped out too, pausing to look at his indifferent profile. "Elodie isn't who she used to be," she remarked, her tone cool. "Who could possibly outshine her now? With how much attention she's getting tonight, her reputation and status are set in stone. Who could even hope to stand in her way?"

Even if someone resented Elodie, nothing they tried would make a difference now.

Jarrod lowered his eyes, absently tracing his thumb along the edge of a metal lighter. "Probably not," he replied.

Patricia's lips curled, though there was no warmth in her smile. "Mr. Silverstein, I really can't figure you out. Between Sylvie and Elodie, who do you actually love?"

If things hadn't unfolded as they did today, she would have still thought Sylvie was the woman he cared for most.

But now... something felt off.

shown no particular tenderness toward his wife. His every action seemed to favor Sylvie-protecting her, opening doors for her, showing her preference time and again.

would have thought

with Sylvie caught up in a scandal that could mean at least seven years behind bars if the charges stuck, her reputation was destroyed-and Patricia knew she herself

fame and fortune, garnering national attention and support

transformed, no longer the

was.

could easily stand in the way of Elodie's future

sponsored by the Silverstein Group, making the event even grander and

but wonder-did Jarrod really

have used his position as the main sponsor to smooth things

at her, clearly uninterested

him with a small, knowing smile. "Mr. Silverstein, are you just using Sylvie to distract

his car pulled

careless as he replied, "Miss Aldridge,

to add, he turned and got into the

eyes, watching him

kept such

her path would inevitably cross with

today's

would have remained