How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 115

Two cars pulled up at the gate.

Ivan was the first to step out, and right behind him—

Came the uninvited guests, Malcom and Reba.

Elodie's expression darkened. It was the anniversary of her mother's passing, and she had never wanted Malcom here. Most of her mother's suffering had come at his hands; all these years after her death, he hadn't even bothered to visit her grave once.

So why show up now?

"Elodie, on a day like this, how could you not tell your father?" Malcom strode forward, his brow furrowed in a show of annoyance and helplessness. "I should be here, you know."

Instinctively, Elodie glanced at Ivan.

If it weren't for Ivan, Malcom probably wouldn't have remembered what day it was.

Catching her look, Ivan frowned, as if he wanted to say something.

But Malcom waved a dismissive hand. "Don't blame Ivan. We were once husband and wife—how could I forget a day like this?"

Elodie nearly laughed out loud.

Malcom's hypocrisy made her sick.

He had to pick today of all days to stir up trouble?

No one in the Thorne family wanted him here.

"That won't be necessary. My grandmother and uncle don't want to see you. Please leave."

Elodie managed to keep her dignity, but her voice was cold enough to sting.

Malcom's scowl deepened as he stared at her, disappointment and reproach all over his face. "What's with that attitude? Do you remember I'm your father at all?"

Elodie's lips curled in a cold half-smile. "Shall I remind President Harcourt? My name is Thorne."

Whatever remained of their father-daughter bond had faded three years ago.

"You—!" Malcom's face reddened in anger. "You're growing more and more like your mother—stubborn, willful, no sense of propriety. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be enjoying your cushy life as Mrs. Silverstein. Do you really think you could have landed someone like Mr. Silverstein on your own?"

She should be grateful, and yet—

How did he end up with such an ungrateful child?

Elodie's expression finally changed, memories of her suffering these past three years flashing behind her eyes. Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "You're right. If not for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this."