How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 301

Sylvie Fielding’s words were measured, her tone neither sharp nor gentle, but the coolness in her eyes was unmistakable. Clearly, she was far from pleased. In fact, she seemed almost—

Well, Elodie Thorne was just plain ill-mannered, in her estimation.

Sylvie couldn’t ignore the difference in their social standing. Elodie was several rungs below her, yet here she was, acting like she belonged.

In this crowd, people were supposed to know their place. And Elodie? She didn’t seem to have a clue.

Elodie lifted her gaze, meeting Sylvie’s eyes.

Her expression was every bit as chilly as Sylvie’s, offering no olive branch, no polite facade.

“You don’t need to remind me,” Elodie replied evenly. “Maybe when you’re finally Mrs. Silverstein, Ms. Fielding, you can let everyone know so we can all update your title.”

Sylvie’s frown deepened.

There was something about Elodie’s calm reply—so smooth, yet laced with unmistakable sarcasm—that made Sylvie bristle. Her reaction was too strong, too obvious.

Jason picked up on the tension immediately.

There was an undercurrent between the two women that was hard to put into words.

He knew Sylvie was the golden girl: back from the best schools, now the apple of Mr. Silverstein’s eye. Even if she didn’t show it, you could sense the pride in her bones.

But looking at Elodie, Jason suspected she wasn’t exactly a nobody at VistaLink Technologies either. The way Mr. Sterling and Ms. Mercer treated her said it all.

He had no intention of getting on the wrong side of either woman, so he hurried forward, eager to smooth things over. “Hey, it’s fine. We’re not at the office tonight—let’s just relax and not stand on ceremony, alright?”

Elodie’s eyes were distant, her expression unreadable. She hadn’t even responded before Esmeralda Mercer jumped in, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

“If titles matter so much to you, Ms. Fielding, shouldn’t you be calling Elodie ‘big sister’? After all, if we go by seniority…”

Everyone in the group knew the truth—Sylvie was the new woman, no matter how things looked on the surface. Whether or not Elodie’s divorce was finalized, Sylvie was still the other woman in everyone’s eyes.

So what harm in calling Elodie “big sister” now?