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.

stunned by Elodie's abilities, but a mix of resentment and anger simmered beneath the surface. Had Elodie been toying with them

over, her tone

unwanted visitor at the door, and Elodie acted as if she hadn't noticed anything

and the Silversteins' attitude was clear. Whatever

behind her. He didn't seem bothered by the matriarch's way

Jarrod to be so calm about the whole

all, Sylvie was still out there, waiting in

situation growing

She lowered her voice, not wanting the matriarch to overhear. "It's really coming down out there. Don't you feel bad for

were deep and unreadable as he shot her a cool look. "If

Octavia's face went rigid.

capable of, she swallowed her complaints. Now was not the timez to risk offending Elodie. She was easy to placate; give her a little kindness and she'd return to the cheerful girl she used to be.

by Rosewood Chateau first, but found it empty, so she

enough, the house

no idea who was inside. When she rang the bell, only

told

heart sank, her face going deathly

really refusing

she'd believed in was crumbling right before her eyes. She couldn't

reckless defiance, she tossed aside her umbrella and let the rain soak her to

thought. If Jarrod saw her