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.

Patricia returned to the country, Jarrod had 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. Patricia had always

have thought

reputation was destroyed-and Patricia knew she herself had played a part in that, ever since the art show, and with every effort to block

this, Elodie had quietly risen to fame and fortune,

transformed, no longer the

was.

in the way of Elodie's future

Group,

Patricia couldn't help but wonder-did Jarrod

position as the main sponsor to smooth things over,

Jarrod glanced at her, clearly uninterested in

smile. "Mr. Silverstein, are you just using

then, his car pulled

was careless as he replied, "Miss

he turned and got

narrowed her eyes, watching

thought struck her if she hadn't interfered in Sylvie's affairs, if she hadn't kept such a close eye on

powerful connections, her path would inevitably cross with

Without today's

have