How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 513

“Ms. Fielding, I expect results that satisfy me.”

Lucinda couldn’t be bothered to linger any longer.

Recent events had already spiraled out of her control.

Jarrod hadn’t agreed to deal with Sylvie the way she wanted; he was still intent on protecting her. So, if she had to come down here herself, then so be it. If Sylvie refused to cooperate, Lucinda had no qualms about using other, less pleasant means.

She didn’t even bother to take a sip of water, turning away with an icy detachment that radiated from her eyes.

Her demeanor appeared calm and unruffled, but there was a razor’s edge beneath the surface.

Sylvie understood perfectly well that Lucinda had more tricks up her sleeve; for all she knew, Lucinda might even interfere in the lawsuit this time.

These past days, Sylvie had tasted a humiliation she’d never known before.

She’d grown up pampered in a wealthy family, always surrounded by privilege.

She’d flourished in a world of fine art and culture, her natural talent carrying her to the top of her class, all the way to an elite university. She’d been admired and courted by everyone around her. And now—now she was being treated with utter contempt?

Wasn’t the real problem Elodie, that woman who clung to Jarrod and refused to let go? If Elodie had even an ounce of self-respect, she’d bow out of this fight gracefully, leaving the stage with what little dignity she had!

Instead, here they were—Elodie resorting to dirty tricks, all because she couldn’t stand not being loved, dragging everything down to this sorry state.

Sylvie drew a deep breath, her expression tight with pent-up resentment.

The idea of mortgaging her house suddenly seemed far too risky.

If Lucinda decided to target her, mortgaging the house could open up a whole new set of problems—problems she might never recover from.

It felt like she was trapped, with a cliff edge before and behind her.

As for distancing herself from Jarrod? She wasn’t stupid. Someone like Jarrod—Lucinda could never truly control him. Whatever Jarrod set his mind to, not even Lucinda could stop him from protecting her.

After a long silence, Sylvie finally lifted her gaze, eyes fixed on a distant spot, as a new idea began to form.