How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 500

Elodie’s movement faltered for a split second. She turned—and saw Patricia striding in, heels clicking with crisp authority.

Even Jarrod glanced over, though he stayed put, unmoving in his seat.

Selma, however, reminded herself that this was, after all, Patricia’s art museum. Patricia’s presence here could surely be counted as a show of support.

Selma rose smoothly. “Miss Aldridge, welcome.”

Patricia regarded her with a cool, restrained smile. “Am I interrupting? Looks like you’re in the middle of an interview for your press kit, aren’t you?”

Selma’s reply was calm, unfazed. “Not at all. You’re welcome to take a seat, Miss Aldridge.”

But Patricia remained where she was, eyes narrowed as she glanced toward Sylvie and the man beside her—Jarrod.

She finally turned back, voice light but laced with an edge. “No need to fuss over me. I’m just here to drop off a gift for your show, that’s all.” She fixed her gaze on Selma. “Is now a good time?”

Selma knew Patricia’s reputation in the art world—her attendance could only help the museum’s publicity. Smiling, Selma nodded. “Of course.”

Patricia clapped her hands.

Elodie glanced over as several staff members, following Patricia’s cue, wheeled in a large painting from outside.

The moment Elodie recognized it, her brows shot up in surprise.

Wasn’t this the same painting she’d gone to collect from the gallery the other day? The one called *Delusion*? She distinctly remembered hearing that Jarrod had bought it.

So how was it now in Patricia’s possession?

She couldn’t make sense of it. Instinctively, Elodie frowned and looked at Jarrod, seated in the center of attention.

As if on cue, Jarrod glanced up too, his eyes meeting hers unexpectedly. His gaze was cool, unreadable—a placid indifference on the surface.

Both Selma and Sylvie were taken aback. They couldn’t fathom why Patricia was returning the painting.

Selma hesitated. “Miss Aldridge, may I ask what this is about?”

It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Back at the Warwick family’s calligraphy exhibition, Jarrod had helped Sylvie outbid Elodie for a piece. Later, Jarrod claimed a friend of his was interested and asked if Sylvie minded letting it go. She hadn’t, of course. She just hadn’t expected the painting to circle back to the museum after all that.

Maurice suddenly understood. “Didn’t realize your mother-in-law had such impressive skills back then. What do you think, Joseph?”

Joseph snapped out of his reverie just as Jarrod glanced his way. Pressing his lips together, Joseph finally nodded. “Absolutely.”

Elodie decided to stay quiet for now, watching the situation unfold.

Patricia’s sudden involvement had thrown everyone off guard.

Selma cast a glance at the painting, a trace of complex emotion in her eyes. “Miss Aldridge, since the piece was a gift, you really didn’t need to go to the trouble of bringing it back. We have plenty on display already.”

In truth, Selma disliked having her earlier works brought into the public eye at home. They’d originally been sold to collectors abroad. She wasn’t even sure when they’d found their way back here. That was why, at the Warwick exhibition, she’d tried to buy them back outright.

Patricia narrowed her eyes. “Why not? With your talent, why shouldn’t you show your early work?”

Selma looked away from the painting. “Because that’s all in the past. My best work is in the present. I’m not the type to rest on old laurels. Innovation matters more.”