How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 484

Those words were brutally blunt.

It felt like an invisible slap across Sylvie’s face, leaving her cheeks burning.

Who would have thought that, one day, Elodie would actually surpass her?

She couldn’t accept such an absurd turn of events.

Even Grady’s expression flickered between shades of embarrassment and anger.

Just then, the editor was called away by someone across the room and quickly turned to leave.

Grady scowled deeply, then finally looked at Sylvie. “I’m sorry. Did I mess things up?”

If only he hadn’t jumped in to defend Sylvie out of sympathy—would things have gone differently?

Sylvie silently tried to steady her chaotic emotions, her face nearly expressionless. “I know you were just trying to stand up for me, Mr. Mercer. It’s fine.”

But she couldn’t deny the lingering sense of frustration.

How had Grady managed to make such a mess of things?

Now, she’d been pulled out and forced into direct comparison with Elodie in front of everyone.

Not that she’d ever say so aloud.

With a faint nod, she excused herself and looked around for Jarrod, hoping for his advice.

But as she made her way across the room—

She saw Jarrod deep in conversation with several of the event’s most influential guests.

At that moment, someone called out, “Mr. Silverstein, why don’t you stand next to Ms. Thorne for a group photo?”

Sylvie froze in her tracks.

Elodie heard it too. She lifted her gaze, and Jarrod looked over as well.

Elodie kept her expression carefully blank, though inside, she recoiled at the idea.

She hated this kind of situation; the group photo would inevitably be made public, and then the speculation about her and Jarrod would spiral out of control.