How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 575

Isn’t it just because she’s hopelessly devoted to her brother, wagging her tail for the tiniest bit of attention?

Elodie stood up. “What about your brother now? Do you think I gave birth to you?”

She had no interest in arguing with a teenager and turned to leave.

Octavia stared at her in shock, her face flushing with embarrassment at Elodie’s sharp retort. For a moment, it felt like a knife twisted in her chest. She was stunned by Elodie’s attitude, unable to name the feeling—anger, maybe. Chin raised, she strode after Elodie. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Is it because I’ve been hanging around with Sylvie? Elodie, if you want me to call you ‘sister-in-law,’ just say it.”

She reached out to grab Elodie’s hand.

But Elodie had no intention of indulging her. She raised her arm and brushed Octavia away.

Octavia’s cup tipped in the scuffle, and orange juice splashed across Elodie’s blouse, staining her just above the waist.

This time, Elodie’s eyes went cold.

The instant Octavia met that icy gaze, a chill ran through her. She froze, momentarily speechless.

Jarrod appeared just then, taking in the scene with a furrowed brow. His gaze swept over Octavia, cold and sharp. “Go change,” he said.

Elodie frowned.

Change—where? She hadn’t brought any clothes.

Jarrod seemed to read her mind. “Upstairs. Main bedroom. You can wash your shirt and toss it in the dryer.”

Elodie looked at him, her voice cool and distant, making it clear she considered herself a guest. “Is that appropriate?”

Wasn’t that the private space he shared with Sylvie? She had no interest in crossing boundaries or snooping in other people’s lives.

Jarrod’s eyes narrowed. “Do you need me to show you the way?”

Elodie hesitated. The damp fabric clung uncomfortably to her skin. She didn’t bother to answer, just turned and headed upstairs. If he didn’t care, why should she make a scene?

As soon as Elodie left, Jarrod turned to look at Octavia.

When she caught his eye, she felt a jolt of fear and bit her lip. “I didn’t mean to…”

Elodie took another look around the bedroom, still unable to figure out Jarrod’s logic.

Everything else had been redone, except the master bedroom?

“That’s fine, thank you.” She couldn’t keep wearing the soaked silk blouse, and she wasn’t going to make herself miserable just to prove a point.

Jarrod went to the closet and pulled out a white dress shirt made from a fabric similar to hers.

Her own shirt had a belt, so she could make it work.

Elodie took the shirt and slipped into the bathroom. She washed her blouse and tossed it in the dryer. By the time dinner was over, it would be dry enough to wear again.

When she came out, Jarrod was still there, sitting in the corner and scrolling through his phone.

She glanced around at the familiar furnishings, unable to hold back a frown. “Why didn’t you redecorate the master bedroom?”

Before Jarrod could answer, there was a knock at the door. Linsey stood there, looking uneasy. “Mr. Silverstein… Sylvie’s here. She wants to see you.”