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.

but a mix of resentment and anger simmered beneath the surface. Had Elodie been toying with them this whole

Elodie over, her tone

at the door, and Elodie acted as

and the Silversteins' attitude was clear. Whatever they chose to do had nothing to

the matriarch's way of handling things. Stopping at her side, he

to be so calm about

Sylvie was still out there, waiting in

hesitated, the whole situation growing stranger

voice, not wanting the matriarch

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

Octavia's face went rigid.

her complaints. Now was not the timez to risk offending Elodie. She was easy to placate; give her a little

come here on desperate gamble. She'd stopped by Rosewood Chateau first, but found it empty, so

the house

who was inside. When she rang

and told her

her

refusing to see

she'd believed in was crumbling right before

tossed aside her umbrella and let the rain soak her to the

be that heartless, she thought. If Jarrod saw her like