How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 377

Elodie wasn’t the least bit concerned about that.

Even if something did go wrong, it wouldn’t fall on her shoulders. She hadn’t been the one to suggest revealing anything, after all.

“As for your grandmother, I’ll send someone to invite her over later,” her own grandmother added.

At that, Elodie’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. She’d almost forgotten about that detail. “That’s not necessary, Grandma. My grandmother’s been exhausted lately dealing with my uncle’s situation. Let’s not trouble them today. I’ll thank her for you instead.”

Her grandmother knew nothing about the divorce. If she really did try to invite Elodie’s other grandmother, the whole thing could blow up.

She had to pacify her own grandmother first.

“Alright, alright. Your grandmother has certainly had a rough time lately. I’ll have Jarrod pick you up then; I’ll let him know.” Clearly in high spirits today, her grandmother changed the subject almost immediately, already making new arrangements.

And before Elodie could protest, the call ended—as if her grandmother feared she’d have a chance to object.

Every exit was blocked off, every route predetermined.

Elodie stared at her phone screen, her brows drawn together.

She checked the time.

Jarrod was coming to pick her up? If they showed up together, wouldn’t that attract even more attention?

Did her grandmother and Jarrod not consider that?

Her grandmother was determined to have her attend, still seeing her as the Silverstein family’s granddaughter-in-law. There was no easy way to explain otherwise.

Elodie sat quietly for a moment, deep in thought.

Only then did she begin to pack her bag.

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When Jarrod’s car pulled up outside her building, he was seated in the back, eyes fixed on his iPad, not bothering to look up. “Call Mrs. Silverstein,” he instructed.

Keith, the driver, nodded after bringing the car to a stop.

Ordered by the matriarch, Mr. Silverstein had no choice but to come here in person.

He dialed Elodie’s number.

It took a long time before she finally picked up, her voice cool and emotionless: “I’m heading out on my own. You do what you like.”

Jarrod paused, glancing up at the driver.

Keith frowned, confused. “But…didn’t we already notify you that Mr. Silverstein would be coming?”

She knew they were coming, and still left without a word?