How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 473

Even Elodie was taken aback by Patricia’s attitude.

Patricia stood right beside her, regarding Sylvie’s surprised expression with a cool detachment. “These planes represent national honor. Strict standards are only natural. I’ve heard about your exploits, Ms. Fielding, and frankly, I don’t think you’re qualified.”

Patricia’s upbringing meant she never bothered with pleasantries—her words were blunt, never sparing anyone’s pride.

And perhaps it was precisely this background that left Sylvie feeling powerless to fight back, at least with Jarrod nowhere in sight.

For a moment, Sylvie’s face darkened, her anger barely kept in check. “Miss Aldridge, do you have something against me?”

Patricia didn’t bother to sugarcoat it. Folding her arms, she looked Sylvie up and down with a cold, dismissive gaze. “Let’s get this straight—it’s not about having something against you. Ms. Fielding, you need to understand, you’re not some universal currency that everyone’s obligated to like. Just because someone doesn’t flatter you doesn’t mean they’re prejudiced. I suggest you get your attitude in order before you talk to me.”

Sylvie’s expression soured considerably.

Patricia turned her attention to Klein. “Mr. Whitaker, skill matters, but so does character. Personally, I believe anyone lacking in ethics shouldn’t even be considered.”

Sylvie felt her breath catch.

She immediately looked to Klein, hoping for some support.

But Klein wasn’t one to wear his loyalties on his sleeve like these younger people. He would stick to the rules and procedures, no matter what. “We have a fair and transparent evaluation process. That’s how it’ll be handled.”

Patricia just tilted her head and smiled. “Glad to hear it.”

Then she turned and winked at Elodie. “Don’t worry, I’m keeping an eye on things. If she tries to board, I’ll be the first to object.”

As Elodie and Patricia reached the entrance, they spotted a Bentley parked across the street. Jarrod was leaning against the car, and as Sylvie approached, he opened the door for her. In that instant, Sylvie’s face softened. Before getting in, she shot Elodie a mocking glance, as if to say: So what if Patricia’s on your side? Will it win you even a shred of Jarrod’s affection?

Jarrod, too, noticed Elodie and Patricia. He simply nodded coolly, then got in the car with Sylvie and drove away—making no effort to play the part of the loving husband for anyone watching.

Patricia frowned. “Why didn’t he come over to speak with you?”

Elodie checked the time and decided not to pursue the subject. “Miss Aldridge, did you drive today? If not, I can give you a ride.”

Patricia shook her head. “No need, I have to head back to the studio and sort through some paintings. Just got back to the country, there’s a lot to catch up on. But let’s grab a meal together sometime, if you’re free.”

“Absolutely. See you soon, Miss Aldridge.” For the first time, Elodie truly experienced what it meant to deal with someone born and bred to command the room.