How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 68

After the divorce, Selma would walk away with, at most, a few million—not even close to the true fortunes of old-money families.

Sylvie's brow furrowed.

Maurice agreed that Elodie's words were cutting. "Can't we have a civil conversation? Why do you have to attack people?"

The moment Sylvie showed interest, the deal soured.

But no matter how much Elodie protested, didn't she always end up compromising for Jarrod in the end?

Her jealousy and bitterness were becoming hard to watch.

"No room for discussion?" Jarrod finally spoke up, his tone calm and almost indifferent as he looked at Elodie.

But his stance was clear.

If Sylvie wanted something, he'd fetch the stars and the moon for her. That was where Sylvie's confidence came from.

Elodie felt a chill creep into her hands and feet.

Was Jarrod really going to pay for Sylvie? Even if Sylvie wanted to take what belonged to her and her mother, he'd still back Sylvie?

No matter the time or place, Jarrod's first allegiance was always to Sylvie.

She met his gaze directly. "It's your choice what you want to give her. But whether I sell or not—that's my choice."

Sylvie narrowed her eyes.

So this was what it meant to be completely unmoved.

Even Maurice frowned.

Was Elodie really willing to forfeit millions just to spite Sylvie?

Jarrod gave a careless smirk. "Suit yourself. Just let me know when you decide."

He stood, brushing past Elodie as he left.

Sylvie and Maurice followed, one after the other.

As she left, Sylvie shot Elodie a look—complicated and laced with mockery.

The real estate agent was nearly frantic. "Ms. Thorne, please think this over! That's Mr. Silverstein from The Silverstein Group—they have deep pockets! He's only buying the gallery to please his mother-in-law. Money is no object to him. Don't be rash!"

But Elodie couldn't hear any of it.

She walked out in a daze.

It felt as though she'd been slapped, breathless from the sting.

Because she understood what Jarrod's words really meant.

Even if she refused now, he'd find a way to make her agree in the end.

Joseph strode over and caught Elodie as she staggered, feeling how cold she was. He immediately shrugged off his heavy coat and wrapped it around her.

His face full of worry, he lifted her into his arms.

Freya rushed over. "What happened to Elodie?"

Joseph carried her to the car. "We're going to the hospital!"

Freya climbed in, holding the unconscious Elodie close.

At the hospital, Joseph jogged inside with her.

Freya paused, pulling out her phone to snap a photo of their backs.

Joseph didn't know what was wrong with Elodie—he just knew something was very wrong. She felt weightless in his arms.

He insisted on a full battery of tests, wanting to find out what was causing her collapse.

The doctor wrote up a list of tests.

They checked everything, one by one.

A nurse finally called out, "You can pick up the results now."

Seeing it was time for the results, Joseph stood up and headed to the printer.