How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 732

Elinor burned with anger but was forced to swallow it down.

She knew all too well what Jarrod Silverstein was capable of—how, years ago, he’d squeezed their side of the family until they barely had a foothold left. They’d been all but “exiled” for years now.

Deep down, Elinor feared and dreaded Jarrod more than she cared to admit. She kept her mouth shut, not daring to utter a single word.

But the one who was truly seething was Patricia Aldridge.

She’d arrived today in good spirits, only to find Jarrod even sharper and more ruthless than he’d been in years past.

All her life, Patricia had been the one others fawned over—except when it came to Jarrod. In front of him, she’d stumbled again and again.

And now, to be dismissed with a word as humiliating as “mistress”—it was an outright insult.

Sprague Silverstein pressed his lips together. Though he was quietly furious, he forced himself to keep his composure. “Jarrod, Miss Aldridge is our guest,” he reminded.

Jarrod had already brushed past him, his usual poise now tinged with venom. “If you still can’t see the reality of things, big brother, maybe you ought to return to Italy for a few more years. Figure out whose side you’re really on.”

Each word struck deeper than the last.

Sprague’s eyes darkened.

Lucinda Howard finally understood—Elodie Thorne’s situation had thrown Jarrod completely off balance. Jarrod was never one to let his emotions show, no matter the time or place. But now, he couldn’t even be bothered to keep up appearances. Not for any of them. Not even for her, his own mother.

She couldn’t help but feel a chill. For the first time, she saw her son—so brilliant, so inscrutable, always a step ahead—completely undone over a woman.

He was ready to upend their entire world for her.

Jarrod had no interest in wasting any more words on people who didn’t matter. After checking on his grandmother, he turned and left without looking back.

As for Patricia, he had plenty of ways to settle that score.

Once Jarrod was gone, Lucinda turned to Patricia and said quietly, “My apologies, Miss Aldridge. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Her tone was cool and even. She understood Patricia’s intentions, but she also knew—no one could dictate Jarrod’s choices. Not her, not even the old matriarch.

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