How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 376

The assistant’s words nearly made Sylvie’s face tighten with alarm. She stared at the invitation handed to her, her eyes narrowing.

“President Fielding? What’s this about?” Even the assistant seemed confused, setting the envelope on Sylvie’s desk.

The Silverstein family’s daughter-in-law? Just how many daughters-in-law does the Silverstein family have, anyway?

“It’s fine. You can go now.” Selma, ever composed, reacted first, her expression regal and unreadable.

The assistant nodded and slipped out, closing the door behind her.

As soon as they were alone, Sylvie frowned, but she didn’t seem overly concerned. “Is Henrietta trying to send me a warning?”

She was genuinely surprised. Henrietta had gone out of her way to throw a lavish celebration for her “granddaughter-in-law.” Clearly, the old matriarch had caught wind of Elodie’s stellar exam results and decided to make a show of it.

But this invitation wasn’t meant to include Sylvie at all. It was simply to announce—loud and clear—that Mrs. Silverstein was Elodie, that the Silverstein family’s daughter-in-law was Elodie.

Selma’s face grew serious. “Henrietta’s sending a message: Elodie matters to her. She absolutely won’t allow you to attend. It’s because you have influence over Jarrod, and she can’t win him over. This is her way of putting pressure on you.”

Sylvie didn’t show much reaction.

Selma stepped closer and patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. Henrietta doesn’t dislike you, she’s just old-fashioned. She thinks no matter how unhappy a marriage is, the ‘original wife’ is always best. She’s stuck in her ways—it’s pointless.”

Selma squinted, considering. “Someday, if you and Henrietta meet face-to-face, she’ll see for herself that you outshine Elodie in every way. She’ll come around.”

“And besides, Jarrod and Elodie’s relationship was always kept quiet. Even if Henrietta puts on a big production, Jarrod won’t let things get out of hand or leave you in an awkward position.” Selma sounded certain.

Sylvie glanced down at the gold-embossed invitation, tossing it aside with little interest. “I know. Jarrod’s only going along with this for Henrietta’s sake. Otherwise, he’d never let Elodie bask in this kind of spotlight.”

Still, she couldn’t help feeling a twinge of resentment. With Henrietta making such a fuss over her, Elodie might actually start believing her place in the family was secure.