How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 638

Patricia's words came out of nowhere, catching everyone off guard.

Maurice nearly choked on his drink.

He shot Patricia a look of disbelief.

Jarrod turned to her slowly, his expression icy and unreadable.

Patricia didn't care in the slightest. She lazily swirled the whiskey in her glass. "You know, Jarrod, I suddenly find all this rather dull. A few years ago, you turned me down-said you already had someone in your heart. You and Elodie weren't even married yet. Be honest, it wasn't her, was it?"

Maurice felt like he'd just been handed a live grenade. Instinctively, he shot to his feet and moved toward the entryway, making sure no one else could come near and overhear.

Patricia tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips, her striking eyes fixed on Jarrod. "I hope it wasn't, because if it was, that would really bruise my ego."

Jarrod had always been the kind of man who didn't spare anyone's feelings if he didn't want to. No matter how hard Patricia had tried to win him over back then, he'd remained utterly unmoved. Even when her emotions spiraled out of control from his coldness, he still didn't give her so much as a second glance.

Sometimes, Patricia suspected the girl Jarrod claimed to love never even existed. With a man like him, what did he know about love anyway?

"That's none of your concern, Miss Aldridge." Jarrod's tone didn't waver.

was as blunt as

was used to it

the old days, Jarrod

floating around online last time? You defended her as if your life depended on it. But what if there's actual proof this

dim light, it was impossible to read

reputation utterly destroyed, to have her known forever as the 'scandal- ridden scientist'? Or would you rather

for even the slightest flicker of

whatever Jarrod did or didn't

"Proof?" Jarrod stepped closer.

she was pushing his buttons, but

years ago,

a few incriminating photos his

down at

one look-his eyes clouded with something dark and

from him;

keep running in circles all these years? Why drag Elodie into this mess?"

any further, Jarrod strode over, took the photos from her hand, and ripped them to shreds again and again. His face was so cold, it seemed stripped of any emotion. "Miss Aldridge, if I'm not

by a chill.

steel. "At a time like this, do you think he'd prefer to step down with dignity, or get dragged through the