How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 448

To think she’d dare make it all the way to a public proposal… That girl truly has no shame left.

Absolutely shameless!

Jarrod didn’t argue. He simply asked, “So, are you satisfied with how things turned out tonight?”

The old lady gave a cold snort. “From now on, your marriage to Elodie is out in the open. No matter what went on between you and Sylvie, she’s finished. She’s been basking in the perks of the ‘future Mrs. Silverstein’ title for ages, and now? She’s the one who has to bear the disgrace. Isn’t this all just the consequences of her own actions?”

After tonight, Sylvie’s reputation in these circles was finished—ruined beyond repair.

Jarrod understood exactly what this meant. He didn’t respond further, showing no sign of wanting to challenge his grandmother. His posture was casual, almost indifferent.

By the time Elodie returned, the two had already finished their discussion.

She didn't bother to ask how things would play out next. In truth, everyone in the Silverstein family had always known about Sylvie. Tonight was simply the first real confrontation.

Elodie understood there was no need for the old lady to tear away the last pretense. After all, for families like theirs, reputation was everything. The old lady had lashed out in anger, but even though Jarrod was the one at fault, she’d set aside all those things the family held dear just to protect her own grandson. Elodie couldn’t help but owe her for that.

Some truths, once seen, can never be spoken aloud.

Finally, a servant brought out the cake.

The old lady, wanting to give the two of them a moment alone—perhaps hoping the ice between them would finally melt—took her leave.

Elodie stayed where she was, the candlelight flickering across Jarrod’s face from across the table.

In the end, it turned out her birthday would be spent alone with him after all.

She almost found the whole thing funny.

If she’d refused to come to the old house today and thrown a fit, the old lady would’ve just assumed she and Jarrod were fighting, and that would have created even more trouble for her. Elodie hated wasting her time dealing with unnecessary drama; best to get everything over with tonight.

Jarrod, for his part, didn’t seem bothered by the evening’s farce.

She understood his temperament—no matter how dire things got, he always found a way to handle it. Almost nothing could shake his composure.