How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 504

The scene had plunged into chaos.

Just moments ago, the atmosphere brimmed with privilege and prestige, but now that illusion lay shattered at everyone’s feet.

Patricia, unpredictable as ever, had torn everything down without a second thought.

Caught in the middle of it all, Elodie felt the world blur around her. Years of obsession and longing—at last, the fog seemed to lift, and hope flickered through the cracks. With such a public platform to set things right, everything else could finally move forward. At the very least, her mother’s so-called “blemish” from all those years ago could slowly be washed away.

But for Selma, the fallout from today was just beginning. The embarrassment she faced now was nothing compared to what awaited her.

Elodie drifted, lost in thought, then turned around. Her gaze collided—unexpected and sharp—with Jarrod’s. He stood tall across the crowd, his eyes finding hers through the swirling commotion.

Her fingers curled into fists. A smirk tugged at her lips—one part mockery, one part warning.

Jarrod hadn’t managed to contain the situation, and now he’d have to deal with the headache he’d brought on himself.

Turning away, Elodie made her way over to Esmeralda.

Finally, Jarrod broke his stare. Maurice, beside him, looked on in stunned silence. After a moment’s hesitation, he spoke up. “Jarrod, wouldn’t it have been better not to get involved? This could’ve been sorted out quietly. If you defend Sylvie in front of everyone like that…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but the implication hung there—wouldn’t that just give people more to gossip about? Aside from comforting Sylvie, what good did it really do?

Little dramas could be overlooked, but this time was different.

“Let’s head back. I’ll take Sylvie home,” Jarrod said, clapping Maurice on the shoulder, making it clear the discussion was over.

Maurice glanced at Joseph, who’d been standing quietly behind them. “Since when is Jarrod… sentimental?”

Jarrod was notorious for his cold, ruthless efficiency—he’d always been that way, ever since they were young. But now, suddenly, he was so concerned with Sylvie’s feelings…

Joseph kept his silence, but there was no denying it: after today, the fallout from Selma and Sylvie’s scandal would be far-reaching.