How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 580

Sylvie's throat tightened abruptly. She stared at Andrea in utter disbelief.

For a moment, she wondered if she'd misheard. Rainwater trickled down her temple, chilling her to the bone and making her mind go blank.

"What...?"

Andrea remained perfectly polite, but her words were merciless. "This is my advice to you, Ms. Fielding. I suggest you take care of it as soon as possible."

She didn't linger. Having delivered her cold warning, Andrea brushed past Sylvie and disappeared inside.

Sylvie stood frozen in the doorway for a long time, dazed.

She couldn't understand how had things come to this?

Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, a storm of fear and fury welling up inside her.

Elodie...

One thought pounded in her skull: Elodie couldn't possibly be innocent. She must have said something to Jarrod, done something behind her back. Otherwise, why would he treat Sylvie this way?

Instinctively, she wanted to pin the blame on Elodie. But as the rain soaked her through, reality cut through her denial like a knife.

Jarrod hadn't even raised his voice today, hadn't shown a hint of anger-yet how could she not see the cold, ruthless detachment etched in his every word?

he'd always looked down on her, always kept her under his control-effortlessly, as if it

those gestures meant nothing. Yet from her perspective, she'd mistaken that for something

her open, leaving

her teeth so hard her jaw ached. She couldn't accept it. How could Jarrod

her last

knew deep down that pushing any further now would only make things worse. There was no

that she

little smile-he hadn't even bothered to answer. Later, Maurice had come

hadn't even

herself that

was true,

top, there'd be no reason for him not to choose

twice at Elodie. Getting thrown out was always

But now-

Everything was in pieces.

everything she thought she

Jarrod thought of

he find her

right after spending

drive back, Sylvie's face was

to shine brighter and brighter. How had it come to this? Elodie should have ended up like her mother-a fassure, someone to be pitied or

thought