How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 576

Elodie instinctively furrowed her brow. Running into Jarrod here, under these circumstances, didn't feel right at all.

She didn't bother to guess what Jarrod was thinking-she simply turned on her heel and headed for the door.

After all, if anyone was going to be troubled by this mess, it would be him.

She'd barely reached the staircase when she caught sight of the matriarch sitting stiffly on the living room sofa, her face cold as she gave orders to the staff. "Are we letting just anyone waltz in these days? If they don't want to leave, let them wait."

Normally, the old lady was warm and approachable, but when it came to handling problems, she had a ruthlessness that brooked no compromise.

She never gave second chances; negotiation wasn't in her vocabulary.

Lucinda stood beside her, face blank, making no move to intervene.

By now, Lucinda understood perfectly well-Sylvie had lost, and lost badly. In Lucinda's eyes, Sylvie was not up to the task, not someone you could trust with real responsibility.

So, when Elodie came down the stairs, Lucinda's expression didn't change, but a flicker of something unreadable passed through her eyes.

For years, Elodie had kept her aces close to her chest. Not once had she revealed anything of her true strength.

That kind of self-control was rare.

In the end, Lucinda felt almost ridiculous, like a fool caught in someone else's game.

mix of resentment and anger simmered

over, her tone unexpectedly gentle.

visitor at the door, and Elodie acted as if

was the Silverstein family's house, and the Silversteins' attitude was clear.

Jarrod appeared behind her. He didn't seem bothered by the matriarch's way of handling things.

to be so calm about the

Sylvie was still out there, waiting

whole situation

too. After living together so long, she couldn't help but feel uneasy. She lowered her voice, not wanting the

unreadable as he shot her a cool look. "If you're not hungry, I

Octavia's face went rigid.

a little

Chateau first, but found it

the house

no idea who was inside. When

told her to

sank, her face going deathly

really refusing to

believed in was crumbling right

tossed aside her umbrella and let the rain soak her to

heartless, she thought. If