How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 467

Everyone nearby who overheard Louisa’s words couldn’t help but glance in that direction.

Jarrod had indeed arrived—accompanied by Sylvie.

It was clear her position hadn’t been shaken; she still came and went at Jarrod’s side, her privileged treatment on full display.

Some of the more seasoned insiders in the room exchanged knowing looks, quietly speculating: between Elodie and Sylvie, who was truly more secure?

But Louisa’s deliberate use of the word “husband” in front of everyone carried a pointed significance.

Who here wasn’t sharp enough to catch her meaning?

It was obvious that President Barnes was slighting Sylvie’s presence.

When Jarrod entered, he spotted Elodie. His gaze lingered on her for a couple of seconds, neither avoiding nor seeking her out, making it clear there was no longer any need for pretense.

He adjusted his pace and, almost naturally, made his way toward Elodie.

Sylvie frowned but chose to follow.

Watching the scene unfold, Maurice couldn’t help but be taken aback.

Elodie hadn’t expected Jarrod to approach her either. Her eyes sharpened just as Jarrod stopped at her side and, turning to Louisa, greeted her, “President Barnes, it’s been a while.”

Sylvie, fully aware of Louisa’s status, offered a polite, elegant nod. “President Barnes, nice to meet you. I’m Sylvie.”

Louisa’s gaze settled on Jarrod. “It has been a while. Thank you, Mr. Silverstein, for gracing us with your presence at the exhibit. If there are any shortcomings in our hospitality, I hope you’ll forgive us.”

Only then did she spare Sylvie a fleeting glance, nodding briefly before addressing Elodie, “Feel free to look around. If you need anything, just let me know.”

Louisa knew exactly what kind of woman Sylvie was and had no interest in putting on a show.

Sylvie could feel the difference in treatment—especially after she’d just witnessed Louisa and Elodie chatting so warmly.

Her brow furrowed for a moment, but she quickly composed herself.