How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 825

Watts understood all too well.

Jarrod had probably moved the child elsewhere long ago.

That “busy” organization back in New York City was nothing but a smokescreen.

Anyone looking into it would only see business as usual, never realizing everything had already been set in motion behind the scenes.

And that was exactly why Watts found Jarrod so utterly detestable.

The old saying about a cunning fox with three escape holes could have been written for Jarrod—he always had another trick, another backup plan.

Watts knew, deep down, that today would be a fight to the bitter end. No one was walking away unscathed.

The Verdania project—once a cornerstone of his ambitions—was finished. They’d lost all leverage and any chance to negotiate.

Even Elodie… there was no way he could take her with him now.

Pain radiated from the wound on his back, a sharp reminder of how much he’d lost today. It almost felt as if this injury would haunt him for the rest of his life, a constant echo of defeat.

For a moment, he couldn’t tell which stung more: his anger and resentment toward Jarrod’s company, or the ache of losing Elodie.

He stared at Elodie, but his words were for Jarrod. “Let’s lay our cards on the table, Mr. Silverstein. What’s your next move?”

Elodie didn’t look up. She’d made up her mind—she never wanted anything to do with Watts again.

Jarrod glanced upward, coldly composed. “You should be well aware, Mr. Aldridge. Patricia is still locked away back home. Your father agreed to three years—if she serves a day less, she’s not getting out. It was already a courtesy that I let her handle those old grudges in private. But you, Mr. Aldridge, you went and shattered all of that yourself.”

Watts’ eyes hardened.

Jarrod’s voice sharpened, cutting through the air. “Let me be clear. Patricia is my bargaining chip now. She’s not going to get any peace as long as I hold the reins. When the time comes, I have plenty of ways to make her ‘relapse’ again and again in there. Her forced rehab could last indefinitely. You and your sister may never see each other again.”

The words were brutal, merciless.

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