How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 587

Now even her lawyer had abandoned her, and that was the end of the line.

She would have to resort to less-than-legal means now.

Survival was the only thing that mattered.

Sylvie understood exactly what Selma meant. Taking a steadying breath, she whispered, “There’s no way you can board a commercial flight. We’ll have to figure out something else... You go first.”

How had it come to this? Once, their family had stood tall; now, they were no better than pariahs, reviled by everyone.

Their reputation, status, wealth, future—every possible escape route was blocked.

Selma clenched her fists, her eyes cold and shadowed with bitterness.

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The next day.

Albin had arranged a private meeting with Jarrod at short notice.

By evening, Albin headed straight for The Silverstein Group’s offices.

Andrea greeted him at reception.

Jarrod was just leaving the conference room and spotted Albin down the hall. With a faint, knowing smile, he called out, “Albin.”

Albin nodded, taking a seat and sipping the tea Andrea brought. He chose his words carefully. “Selma’s lawyer has already left Eldermere. On Ms. Thorne’s side, there shouldn’t be any further issues.”

Jarrod adjusted his cuffs with pale, elegant fingers, his tone cool and detached. “Just handle things at your own pace, Albin. There’s no need to keep me informed of every detail.”

Had it not been for recent events, Albin might never have understood Jarrod’s true intentions.

After a pause, Albin met his gaze. “Ms. Thorne is probably starting to put the pieces together. She’s level-headed—there’s a chance she’ll start asking questions, about the divorce agreement, for example.”

Jarrod’s eyes narrowed slightly as he removed his rimless glasses. “Let things take their course. As long as matters at hand are settled, that’s enough.”

Albin understood what he meant.

—Play dumb.

A knock sounded at the door.

Andrea entered, her composure unruffled, and leaned in to murmur to Jarrod, “Mr. Silverstein, there’s been some movement.”

Jarrod’s expression didn’t change.

His phone buzzed softly.