How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 586

After wrapping up her errands, Elodie had barely set foot back in the VistaLink Technologies office when her phone buzzed with a call from Albin.

He got straight to the point: "Selma's lawyer just refused to represent her in court." Elodie sat down, surprise flickering across her face. "Refused? To defend her?"

Albin, by contrast, sounded unsurprised, almost detached. "That's right. With everything going on around Selma right now, this is probably a heavy blow for her."

Elodie frowned, thinking it over. "It's all so sudden."

"Not exactly," Albin replied. "That lawyer was a referral from Mr. Silverstein overseas-maybe there were... special circumstances. To be honest, I doubt he ever intended to follow through. He just stalled as long as he could. By now, Selma's missed her chance to find someone else. They're going to be left utterly unprepared, and there's no way to get another lawyer last minute. Given their situation, they can't even qualify for legal aid. This is going to push Selma's side into full-blown panic."

Elodie's gaze drifted to her computer screen, a strange glint in her eyes.

For a lawyer to back out at such a critical moment-especially with Sylvie about to go down as well-was devastating. And with the lawsuit touching on intellectual property theft, even linking Selma to the illegal acquisition of her mother's painting, there was no hope of government assistance. The whole case... it was practically a foregone conclusion.

"Was this Jarrod's intention?" Elodie asked quietly, the words slipping out.

After all, Jarrod had helped line up the lawyer in the first place. Something about this reeked of manipulation.

remained measured, almost icy. "I can't answer that, Ms. Thorne. There are

The implication was clear.

knew Albin wouldn't say more, so she let it drop, switching instead to discuss the lawsuit's

Her eyes skimmed her phone's call log, lingering on a number with no

to figure Jarrod out-his motives, his next move. Not now, not ever. Doubt gnawed at her, refusing to

further, another

had already visited, given his statement-the investigation was

news of the lawyer's withdrawal

fit of rage, the impact echoing through the room. Her head throbbed so violently she thought she might lose her

rimmed red, she forced herself to pick up the phone again. The screen was shattered, but at

received the

every mistake, every misdeed, was coming back to carve them up piece by piece. There

thinking that would give them a

another call from the

her heart plummet into a bottomless

could guess what was happening the final steps, the last