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How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 716
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Esmeralda Mercer's words landed like a thunderclap, shattering the tension that had only just begun to settle in the room.

Jarrod Silverstein spun around, his dark eyes locking onto Elodie Thorne's pale, drawn face. For a split second, he wondered if he'd misheard her.

A stunned silence followed, everyone reeling from the sudden revelation.

Rosemary and Emile jumped to their feet, panic etched across their faces. "What are you saying? What's wrong with Elodie?" Rosemary demanded, her voice trembling.

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Esmeralda's eyes brimmed with tears as she glared fiercely at the Silverstein family and then shot a cold look at Patricia Aldridge, who stood nearby with a frown.

"Elodie hasn't wronged anyone! The Silversteins shouldn't act like they're her saviors, as if marrying her was sgreat sacrifice. If it weren't for you, maybe she wouldn't be in this state at all..." "Esme, enough!" Alexander Sterling, quick to react, strode over and wrapped an arm firmly around Esmeralda's waist, all but dragging her away from the fray.

Esmeralda was practically shaking with anger-especially after Lucinda Howard's cutting interrogation moments before. She wanted nothing more than to shout in Lucinda's face, to call her cold and cruel for what she'd said. Alexander kept his voice low, meant only for Esmeralda and Elodie. "This isn't the place for this, Esme. Not in front of everyone. These are Elodie's private matters -no need to rip open old wounds." His words cut through her fury, and Esmeralda's composure returned in an instant. She darted a worried glance at Elodie.

Suddenly, Elodie found herself the focus of a dozen questioning eyes. That familiar wave of dread-like she was living on borrowed time-washed over her.

She drew a shaky breath. Pain flickered deep in her chest, her face going ashen, a bead of cold sweat forming at her hairline.

Jarrod's lips were pressed into a hard line as he strode over to her. His hand trembled at his side, and his gaze bore into her. "What is she talking about?" His voice was tight, almost breaking. He couldn't even bring himself to ask about the "life-threatening illness." The tension in the room becsuffocating.

Elodie avoided Jarrod's frantic eyes and looked instead at her grandmother and uncle. Her voice was raspy, barely above a whisper. "Grandma, I'll explain everything to you later, I promise." After all, today was supposed to be her grandmother's birthday celebration. She wouldn't let her own problems ruin it for everyone-not today, not if she could help it.

But Rosemary was already trembling. "No, Elodie. None of this matters if you're not alright. You're all that matters to me-how can I relax if you don't tellwhat's going on?" Her breathing grew uneven, panic rising.

"Mom, let's talk privately," Emile said, keeping his composure as he gently supported the elderly woman, trying to calm her down.

The old lady took a steadying breath, her voice decisive. "It's okay. The party hasn't started yet. Let's move to the lounge and sit for a while." It was still early-the celebration wasn't due to begin until noon. And besides, Patricia's accusation about "getting rid of the baby" needed to be addressed once and for all.

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Patricia, watching as the uproar suddenly subsided, was no longer curious about what cnext. She had already achieved what she set out to do. Elodie "losing" the Silverstein family's child-thele 701 was

way they would ever forgive her for that. As for Esmeralda's talk of M illness? Clearly just another excuse to shield Elodie from blame. Patricia smirked, shot a smug glance at Elodie's ashen face, and quietly slipped out of the room.

Jarrod felt as if something sharp was scraping at his chest, an unfamiliar terror clawing at him. At a loss for words, he gripped Elodie's wrist tightly, as though the warmth of her skin was the only thing anchoring him to reality.

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to be aired in public. Her expression shey turned grim as she quietly instructed the staff to look after the guests.