How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 328

She ignored the way Sylvie’s face fell.

With a brisk turn, Esmeralda climbed into her car. Just looking at her foolish brother made her blood boil; she slammed the gas, letting a cloud of exhaust billow behind her as she sped off down the street.

Yet, the incident left an unspoken sting in everyone’s mind—a barb that lingered long after.

Sylvie kept her gaze lowered, lost in thought.

She figured it must have been the buzz of her family’s art exhibition that set Elodie off. Maybe the spectacle got under her skin, prompting that brazen, boastful speech.

All posturing, really.

Did Elodie really think getting into this field was as easy as picking apples at the market? Anyone could just waltz in and claim a spot?

Maurice gave a low whistle, glancing over at Sylvie. “Feels like we just got hustled… What’s your take?”

Sylvie finally stepped up beside Jarrod, her tone steady and cool. “Ambition’s fine, but making grand promises in front of a crowd without considering what happens if you fail? That’s reckless—almost childish.”

She didn’t take it seriously. In truth, she looked down on it.

Still, Sylvie shot Maurice a thoughtful look. “Has she always been this unrealistic?”

Maurice hesitated, his eyes flicking to Jarrod, who stood off to the side, eyes downcast, lost in his own thoughts.

Jarrod clearly couldn’t care less about the whole spectacle. He hadn’t even glanced in Elodie’s direction as she left. Judging by his lack of reaction, he probably found her declaration laughable.

As for how Elodie used to be…

She’d always been mild, unremarkable—never one to stand out. Even Maurice thought she’d acted a bit rash today. How was she planning to save face when this all blew up? There was no doubt how things would end.