How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 714

Patricia let out a cold laugh. “Let’s deal with the paperwork first. Eldrion Global losing ground isn’t good news. As for Jarrod and his side…”

“I’ll handle it,” came the calm reply.

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Henrietta’s birthday celebration was one of the most important events in all of Eldermere.

Nearly every prominent family in town would show up to offer their well-wishes, with guests even traveling in from other states. The entire affair was orchestrated to be grand and impressive—everyone eager for a chance to brush shoulders with the Silverstein family.

Elodie had gone to stay with her grandmother the night before. She wanted to personally escort her grandparents to the party, making sure they arrived together. She didn’t ask Jarrod to join them as her grandmother had suggested; she preferred to have a private word with her family first, to ensure nothing would upset Henrietta at the party tomorrow. After all, the only people who knew about the impending divorce were her grandparents.

Rosemary, her grandmother, held no grudge against Mrs. Silverstein. She understood that during Elodie’s years with the Silverstein family, Henrietta had always treated her well. Rosemary wasn’t about to disrespect that bond.

“Have you and Jarrod figured out what you’re going to do?” Rosemary asked once they were in the car. “I’ve heard quite a few things from old friends lately—a lot of people think you two are inseparable again. Are you planning to work things out?”

Emile, Elodie’s uncle, glanced back from the driver’s seat.

Elodie’s eyes flickered before she shook her head. “No, there’s no need to worry. I’m an adult. I’ll handle it.”

She said nothing about the child.

“Your relationship is your own, Elodie,” Emile said gently, offering her a reassuring look. “I just hope whatever you decide, you’ll do it for yourself—not because of outside pressure or what everyone else expects.”

For a moment, Elodie seemed distant, but she soon offered a comforting smile. “I know, Uncle.”

Henrietta’s birthday was held at the Royal Opulence Hotel—a property owned by the family, closed to the public for the entire day. No matter how many guests arrived, there would be room for all.

When they arrived, Jarrod was already waiting at the entrance.

Elodie caught sight of him as he exchanged pleasantries with someone nearby. Tall and striking in a perfectly tailored black suit, he stood out from the crowd. Even among the debutantes in attendance, more than a few stole glances his way.

Jarrod seemed to sense her gaze. After finishing his conversation, he walked briskly over.

He greeted Rosemary and Emile with impeccable manners. “Grandma, Uncle, let’s head inside.”

Emile had always liked Jarrod. There was a rare sort of composure and intellect about the young man. Even when things were strained between him and Elodie, he’d never been anything but respectful to her family.

Emile let out a quiet sigh. Some things just aren’t meant to be.

Rosemary, protective as ever, simply nodded and let Elodie guide her through the doors. Jarrod followed at a measured pace by Elodie’s side.