How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 248

Jarrod stood a short distance away, draped in a loose black shirt that blended him into the dim light. With long fingers, he held a cigarette, but never actually lit it, letting it dangle idly between his knuckles.

The space between them wasn’t exactly close.

From where she stood, Elodie couldn’t quite make out his expression.

Still, the atmosphere had shifted—grown tense and complicated.

Elodie, however, managed to keep her composure. She didn’t think she’d said anything particularly wrong.

Well, except for that slip of the tongue—calling him “husband.” She shouldn’t have said that.

Sylvie had also noticed Jarrod lingering nearby. Instinctively, her brows drew together. She turned to Selma and said, “Mom, let’s head inside.”

Sylvie still thought Elodie’s remark was completely out of line.

But she wouldn’t stoop to arguing with Elodie—she had too much self-respect for that.

Only those lacking confidence feel the need to loudly defend their pride.

Selma caught sight of Jarrod and her face flickered with something unspoken before she smiled and called out, “Jarrod, come in and join us soon, will you?”

She didn’t want Jarrod spending any more time than necessary near his ex-wife.

And as for Elodie… Selma hoped she’d take the hint.

Her daughter was the one who truly belonged by Jarrod’s side.

Jarrod nodded in acknowledgment.

As they left, Sylvie shot Elodie a contemptuous glance, lips curling in a cold, dismissive smile before she and Selma disappeared into the private room.

Esmeralda, sensing the tension, hung back. She watched Jarrod approach, eyes wary, ready to step in if he tried anything with Elodie.

Elodie faced Jarrod with icy calm. “Is there something you wanted to say, Mr. Silverstein?”

He’d already tucked the cigarette back into its case, his gaze lowered and unreadable. Whether out of curiosity or something else, he didn’t seem angry or confrontational. “Since when did you get so sharp-tongued?” he asked.

Elodie hadn’t expected that to be his opening line.

She’d assumed he’d be upset about Sylvie being ‘embarrassed.’

“You have changed,” Jarrod went on, studying her with those deep-set eyes and a faint, indifferent smile. “You’re more willing to speak your mind these days. Stand your ground.”