How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 447

Maurice walked Sylvie out, while Joseph stayed behind to handle the situation.

As for the live-streaming fiasco…

That would have to wait. They could only address it after things unfolded further.

Elodie, meanwhile, didn’t bother with how the mess at the venue would be cleaned up. The old lady still had a firm grip on her hand, and Elodie couldn’t exactly pull away, so she quietly followed her into the car.

They arrived at the old lady’s villa.

Jarrod got out first, circled around, and opened the door for Elodie. His gaze was steady, unfazed.

Elodie sometimes admired this about Jarrod—how he could keep his composure and even put on a performance at a time like this.

She stepped out and went inside behind the old lady.

Today, the old lady didn’t seem particularly angry. In fact, she looked rather pleased with Jarrod’s conduct. “Such a mess at the hotel—no one even got to eat. We’ve got dinner ready here at home, let’s all sit down together before we talk.”

Elodie glanced toward the dining room. Sure enough, the table was already set, as if they’d been expected all along.

“Alright,” Jarrod said, taking a seat first.

Elodie suspected the old lady had things to say, so she sat down as well, waiting for what would come next.

The old lady looked at the two of them, sitting apart, and couldn’t help but sigh. “Jarrod, you need to explain things to Elodie. Some people—and some matters—have nothing to do with you, or if they do, you’ll handle them.”

Jarrod’s expression didn’t change, but before he could answer, Elodie spoke up. “Grandma, it doesn’t matter.”

She knew Jarrod would only pretend to play along to keep up appearances for the old lady. She didn’t have the patience for such an act and preferred to brush past the topic as quickly as possible. The sooner this ended, the sooner she could be free of the situation.