How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

She had never asked before.

Back then, she always assumed she was the one gaining from it all, so the details hardly seemed to matter-after all, it was the Harcourt family reaping the Silverstein family's rewards.

Besides, she couldn't remember anything from that time. She'd been so lost, just swept along by everyone else, barely questioning a thing.

But today's events had shaken her, making her realize just how many mysteries from back then had never been solved.

Jarrod had never brought it up, either-not a word about how she'd ended up in Room 6606.

Elodie's question came out of nowhere.

Jarrod's hand paused, his fingers idly tracing the edge of his car key. After a moment, he answered simply, "Yeah, I knew."

Elodie stared, caught off guard.

Without turning around, Jarrod lowered his gaze. "There's no shortage of people

trying to pull a fast one, but not everyone can get one over on me."

Plenty of people dream of jumping the social ladder overnight.

But Elodie... she was the only exception.

He never glanced at her, just spoke calmly: "If Malcolm hadn't done what he did, there would've been a world of difference between the Harcourts and the Silversteins."

Without that leverage, the Silversteins would never have lowered themselves to accept an alliance. The path between him and Elodie would've been far more complicated, especially since there was nothing between them to begin with. But after what happened... it was as if fate had handed them a solution on a silver platter.

He'd always been honest with himself he didn't care about the process, only the result.

But he said nothing more, simply got into the car.

That was as clear an answer as she was going to get.

So...

Jarrod had known everything back then. Did that mean... he'd been willing to play along from the start?

Elodie couldn't process it right away, but pieces were starting to fall into place.

It made sense-if Jarrod hadn't "cooperated," no one could have pulled one over on him so easily.

But at that time, they'd barely even known each other.

Could it be that Jarrod had been interested in her all along?

What he'd said was true-without Malcolm's dirty tricks, the Harcourts would never have been able to marry into the Silverstein family. The two families were simply too far apart.

With thoughts churning, Elodie found herself lost in contemplation for a long time.

When she got home, she took her medication and checked her phone, where she found a message from Esmeralda Mercer: [Oh my god, I was clearing out my contacts and saw Sylvie Fielding's alt account in my friend list. What kind of name did she give herself?]

Elodie glanced at the screen.

Esmeralda had sent a screenshot.

It was Sylvie's account.

Same old profile picture, the one that made her and Jarrod look like a couple, but the real surprise was her username.

[BB]noveldrama

Elodie typed, "That's her username?"

Esmeralda replied, "Yeah! I was about to delete her, and

remembered I'd labeled her as 'bitch

Sylvie' before. I clicked in and finally noticed her username. What's up With that? Is she trying to make sure

everyone's contacts say she's someone's 'baby'? If a jealous

girlfriend goes snooping, this is definitely going to cause trouble."

Elodie: "......"

She remembered seeing Sylvie call Jarrod on Messenger once, and had

assumed it was Jarrod who'd set the contact name.

She'd even thought they were so close that Jarrod of all people-would indulge

in something so cheesy.

She hadn't expected this kind of mix-up. He hadn't even bothered to set a nickname for Sylvie.

In their circle, whenever someone

exchanged contacts, they'd immediately update the

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nickname-much easier to keep everyone straight. For Sylvie to do this, Elodie could only guess that she'd realized Jarrod hadn't bothered renaming her, so she took matters into her own hands. Maybe

it was all a show for Mrs. Silverstein

to find.

"No wonder people say she's cunning. Who wouldn't be creeped out by that?"

Esmeralda scoffed, then asked, “Any news from Dr. Warwick?"

Snapped out of her thoughts, Elodie felt a headache coming on at the mention of

the hospital-her chest tightening with anxiety.

She still couldn't accept what had happened.

"I'll check again."

Elodie dialed Elias Warwick.

He'd just gotten off work, and his

tone was unusually serious: "This isn't simple. The hospital's keeping everything tightly under wraps-they don't want any rumors affecting their reputation. Still, they've been cooperative. I asked around. After the investigation, both the hospital and the police found nothing-not a single clue. There weren't even fingerprints on the syringe. Even if you suspect someone, there's no evidence."