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.

anger simmered beneath the surface. Had Elodie been toying with them this whole

over, her tone unexpectedly gentle.

mention the unwanted visitor at the door, and

this was the Silverstein family's house, and the Silversteins' attitude was clear. Whatever they chose to do

seem bothered by the matriarch's way

be

still out there, waiting in

situation growing stranger

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

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

Octavia's face went rigid.

remembering what Elodie was 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 stopped by Rosewood Chateau first,

the house

idea who was inside. When

told

sank, her face going

Jarrod really refusing to

crumbling

defiance, she tossed aside her umbrella

thought. If Jarrod saw her like this, he'd