How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 184

There was no way to explain to her grandmother how Jarrod had once fought her for this ring because of Sylvie, or how he later used it to threaten her into signing the agreement.

If she tried, it would only upset the old lady all over again.

Elodie changed the subject. "I've already filed for divorce. In a month, the paperwork will be finalized."

Rosemary paused, then finally nodded, visibly relieved. "As long as it's settled, that's all that matters. But, Elodie, are you getting divorced because you two just didn't get along? Or was it something else?"

Elodie had grown used to this question by now. "We couldn't make it work. Neither of us wanted to keep dragging things out."

Rosemary's eyes sharpened with concern. "He… he didn't do this because you haven't given the Silverstein family any children after three years, did he?"

"Grandma, you're overthinking it. Jarrod never cared about that," Elodie said, shaking her head.

If the reason was just that they hadn't had kids, things wouldn't have ended up this way. Besides, having a child with her was never even on Jarrod's mind.

Rosemary had expected Elodie to be much more downcast. But as she watched her granddaughter, she could see that Elodie was genuinely unbothered—she really had let go.

Only then did Rosemary relax, patting Elodie's hand. "That's good. No matter what you do, I'll always support you."

Elodie smiled softly, her usually cool eyes warming.

She spent the night with Rosemary, updating her on Emile's situation. The liver donor had been found; now it was just a matter of waiting for the surgery to be scheduled.

For the Thorne family, it almost felt like a double blessing—her divorce and her uncle's good news.

On Wednesday morning, Elodie called Cara.

"Cara, I can't reach Jarrod. Could you ask him to come by and clear out his things from the study as soon as he can?"

Cara didn't really understand what was going on, but did as she was told.

Jarrod received the message while riding the elevator at Silverstein Group headquarters.

"Mr. Silverstein, Mrs. Silverstein asked me to pass this along—do you have time to handle it?" Cara's voice echoed through the tight elevator space.