How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 571

One rejection after another—it was all too much. Sylvie felt herself unraveling, unable to keep up the poised composure she’d always prided herself on. No one could be expected to weather this kind of storm without breaking.

She’d told herself she could handle it, that she’d figure something out on her own before dragging anyone else into this mess.

But now…

It was as if she’d been yanked out of her daydream and dumped back into cold, hard reality.

Reality that stung—a raw, unyielding truth.

She realized, painfully, that she didn’t actually have any useful connections. Maybe she’d never really belonged in this world, never truly stood as an equal among these people.

Joseph’s reaction, especially, was something she just couldn’t accept.

Right now, Maurice was the only one left who might still speak up for her. Even if all he could do was try persuading Joseph, or slip word of her situation to Jarrod—anything would be better than nothing.

Sylvie’s hopes sank lower and lower.

She didn’t care about appearances anymore. She spun her car around and headed straight for the club where Maurice spent most of his time.

When Maurice heard Sylvie was there, he didn’t stop her. Instead, he sent someone to bring her in.

As she entered, Maurice looked her over. It was the first time he’d ever seen the once-glamorous Sylvie look so disheveled, so desperate. Yet beneath the desperation, there was still an unmistakable fire in her eyes—a stubborn ambition that refused to die.

“So, you’re free to move around now?” Maurice arched an eyebrow, his tone casual.

The question struck a nerve. Of course she wasn’t free—she was still being watched, she knew that.

“I came to ask if you know what Jarrod’s plans are right now,” Sylvie said, her voice guarded. “You know this whole thing… wasn’t what I wanted.”

She was out of options.

Maurice perched on a barstool, watching her with a faint, almost amused smile. “What plans could Jarrod possibly have?”

Sylvie hesitated, searching his face. “So he hasn’t figured out a solution?”

Maurice poured himself a drink, shrugged with a half-smile. “I think you’ve got it backwards. The public’s furious with you, you know. You’ve got a lot of critics right now. If you hadn’t tried to publicly attack Elodie, maybe things wouldn’t have gotten so ugly. With all this negativity swirling around you, do you really think…”