How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 454

It was impossible not to be affected, even just a little.

By the time Selma returned, her face was tight with frustration.

"These people are so shortsighted. They don't even know who Jarrod is protecting, and they're already picking sides!" she snapped.

Sylvie closed her eyes briefly, steadying herself before replying coolly, "It's fine. I'll talk things over with Jarrod, and once he knows, he'll handle it right away."

Selma had no doubts about that. Still, she couldn't help but feel stung by the situation.

"Elodie really is her mother’s daughter—pretending nothing matters to her, but underneath, she’s calculating and ruthless, always scheming. If she hadn’t pulled this stunt and brought in Henrietta, you and Jarrod might have already—"

"Mom," Sylvie cut her off, her tone weary. "That doesn’t matter anymore. Jarrod was cornered. His grandmother was right there, and he had to think of the Silverstein Group’s reputation. He couldn’t just reject Elodie outright."

With so many people present, it was impossible to keep everything under wraps.

Jarrod had a lot to juggle; she understood how difficult his position was.

Selma fell silent, thinking it over. "For people in our circle, this isn’t even a real scandal—just a passing bit of gossip. It’ll blow over soon enough. But the live-stream clips need to be handled—shut down the rumors quickly."

"Lay low for a while," she advised.

Staring at her phone, Sylvie frowned and nodded. "I know."

Jarrod was still caught up with work, but just then, Sylvie’s phone buzzed with another call.

It was Grady.

She remembered the look on his face earlier. After a moment’s hesitation, Sylvie answered.