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How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 577
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Chapter 577 The man's features were cool and understated. Sensing her gaze, he lifted his eyes to meet hers. "Would you like ssoup?" he asked quietly.

This little display of "public affection" left Elodie's expression unchanged. She simply replied, "No, thank you." Her eyes drifted out the window, uninterested.

It seemed as though no one at the table gave Sylvie's arrival much thought.

Elodie couldn't read anything from Jarrod's face, either.

After the meal, they didn't linger.

The elderly woman didn't notice anything unusual between Elodie and Jarrod; she fussed over them with a string of reminders before they finally made their way to the car.

When Octavia stepped outside, she instinctively glanced toward the front door. In the end, she simply frowned and hurried into the car, determined to avoid unnecessary trouble.

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Jarrod stepped aside to take a business call.

Only Lucinda paused.

She turned to Elodie. "The past is the past, but I still want to offer you sadvice. Since you've chosen to marry Jarrod, whatever your background, you are his wife. You never spoke up about the past, so I hope you won't hold it against us now." She wondered if Elodie might be resentful.

If Elodie-now the center of public attention, her status elevated-decided on a whim to make a scene or even divorce Jarrod, how would the outside world see the Silverstein family? After all, it hadn't been long since the scandal with Sylvie was all over the news.

From Lucinda's perspective, Elodie was now emboldened-fully capable of "making trouble." Lucinda's tone softened a little. "Of course, I know you won't do that. After all, you were the one who pulled strings to make this marriage happen." Elodie loved Jarrod so deeply she lost herself. Lucinda was certain of that. Even now, with Elodie's newfound confidence, she doubted the woman could truly stand up for herself in matters of the heart.

Divorce? Elodie wouldn't dare. Nor could she bear it.

Elodie hadn't expected Lucinda to speak so bluntly.

But she saw right through it.

Lucinda wouldn't have bothered with this conversation unless she cared, or perhaps even felt threatened. In the past, the ever-dignified, aloof Mrs. Silverstein would never have given her the tof day.

Elodie's nonchalance only seemed to unnerve Lucinda, who frowned "Let's be honest-Sylvie's situation is partly your own doing. You gave her the chance to take advantage. You can't blanyone else." Elodie looked at her calmly. "So in your eyes, when someone comes between a married couple, it's always the wife's fault?" She didn't wait for Lucinda's reply. "Let's hope you never make that mistake." Lucinda's icy poise slipped for just a moment.

She hadn't expected Elodie to answer her like that.

Elodie had no intention of continuing the conversation.

She went to change back into her own clothes.

When she cout, the place was finally quiet.

She wasn't planning to stay, either.

After seeing the others off, she made her way to the door without a second thought.

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Jarrod emerged from the side hallway, his sharp gaze lingering on her face for a moment. "It's still raining. I'II walk you out." Elodie didn't even turn around. "That's not necessary." Jarrod ignored her protest. As she outside, he strode over and "It's chilly tonight. Wear Shoulet his coat over her shoulders.

Elodie was caught off guard, her brows knitting instinctively.

Before she could say anything, she felt a cold, lingering stare.

She turned-and saw Sylvie, who still hadn't left.

Sylvie was drenched, her slender figure outlined by her saking m clothes the lace of her bra faintly visible beneath the fabric.

She never expected it.

Elodie here, of all places!

Sylvie had waited in the rain nearly three hours, only to see Eladi@Walk out of the house.

Jarrod was there, tenderly wrapping Elodie in his coat, shielding her from the storm as if not a single drop should touch her. That kind of care-so meticulous, so effortless-made Sylvie's face darken with bitterness. Her fingers curled tightly into her palm, nails digging into her skin.