How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 525

Her gaze had turned to ice.

She’d worked so hard since coming back to the country—built up a company of this scale, everything had finally been moving in the right direction. And now… it had all shattered.

The words hung in the air.

Even Alexander couldn’t help but frown. It seemed to him that Sylvie was desperately trying to pin her own failures on someone else. If she hadn’t made those mistakes, would they even be in this situation?

Elodie looked over at her, suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of futility, as if there was an unbridgeable gap between them. She let out a short, humorless laugh, her voice calm but razor-sharp. “Sylvie, honestly, I just find you… kind of pathetic.”

She didn’t even have the energy to argue anymore.

There was no point—no clarity, no way to win.

When you’re blind to the truth, there’s nothing left to say.

Sylvie, for her part, was unraveling, panic creeping in. This was her worst nightmare come to life. She shot a desperate look at Jarrod, seated across the room.

Jarrod met her eyes.

He raised his hand slowly, motioning for her to sit down—a gesture meant to calm her.

Then he looked at Elodie, his eyes shadowed and intent. “Ms. Thorne, as per the bylaws, we have to consider the shareholding proportions. I hold shares on behalf of Nexus Analytics, but combined, she and Miss Selma’s stake isn’t less than mine.”

The moment Jarrod finished speaking, Sylvie’s face drained of all color.

Elodie’s lips curled in a mocking smile as she turned to Jarrod. “In that case, Mr. Silverstein, perhaps you should ask Ms. Fielding just how many shares she still owns.”

A shiver of dread swept over Sylvie.

She had sold off eight percent—not enough left to compete, not by a long shot.

Jarrod finally looked at her, his expression expectant, waiting for an answer.

Sylvie opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She hadn’t told Jarrod about selling those shares; she’d hoped she could buy them back later and pretend it had never happened.