How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 599

At the end of the day, the solution to all this still rested with Jarrod.

If he would just issue a short statement denying the rumors, clearing things up would be as simple as a single sentence. A straightforward "There's no truth to it" would end the whole fiasco.

Elodie pressed her lips together, then shook her head, keeping her tone pragmatic. "Given how things were back then, I can understand why he didn't help. Let's just see what happens when we get home tonight."

The charity gala was being held in Eastborough.

Elodie drove herself over.

Even with the gossip swirling, she knew running away wasn't the answer.

After parking, she walked inside and immediately ran into a few familiar faces. No one acted strangely toward her; everyone was still perfectly cordial.

After all, a "scandal" was just that—a rumor. Right now, Elodie was still at the top of her game, and her reputation was hard to overshadow.

"Ms. Thorne, I've heard so much about you! Surprised not to see Mr. Silverstein tonight—didn't he come along?" An older CEO from a materials company approached her with a broad, friendly smile.

Elodie replied smoothly, "He's swamped with work tonight, unfortunately."

The man just chuckled and didn't push the topic.

made

but overhear a few hushed conversations as she

those leaks are true after all. I always

but didn't

as she reached the main hall, she came face-to-face with Patricia, who was making

right up to her and linking arms in a gesture of genuine

talking, and some of it is really nasty. Has it affected

"You should be one of the most admired people here,

of people felt sorry for her, but

face giving

was her only

up. "You can still joke about it? This must be a big deal for you. If the higher-ups start looking into it and you can't

a public

much time had passed since the rumors broke, and

a glass of

smiled lightly at

for you. Honestly, Mr. Silverstein is out of line-not a word to defend you, and he showed

added, "Sorry, I tend to say what I think-don't

was as good as admitting something was wrong. A

smiled. "No

someone hurried over and whispered something