BookToReadChapter 447 Maurice walked Sylvie out, while Joseph stayed behind to handle the situation.
As for the live-streaming fiasco...
That would have to wait. They could only address it after things unfolded further.
Elodie, meanwhile, didn't bother with how the mess at the venue would be cleaned up. The old lady still had a firm grip on her hand, and Elodie couldn't exactly pull away, so she quietly followed her into the car.
They arrived at the old lady's villa.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJarrod got out first, circled around, and opened the door for Elodie. His gaze was steady, unfazed.
Elodie sometimes admired this about Jarrod-how he could keep his composure and even put on a performance at a tlike this.
She stepped out and went inside behind the old lady.
Today, the old lady didn't seem particularly angry. In fact, she looked rather pleased with Jarrod's conduct. "Such a mess at the hotel-no one even got to eat. We've got dinner ready here at home, let's all sit down together before we talk." Elodie glanced toward the dining room. Sure enough, the table was already set, as if they'd been expected all along.
"Alright," Jarrod said, taking a seat first.
Elodie suspected the old lady had things to say, so she sat down as well, waiting for what would cnext.
The old lady looked at the two of them, sitting apart, and couldn't help but sigh. "Jarrod, you need to explain things to Elodie. Speople—and smatters- have nothing to do with you, or if they do, you'll handle them." Jarrod's expression didn't change, but before he could answer, Elodie spoke up. "Grandma, it doesn't matter." She knew Jarrod would only pretend to play along to keep up appearances for the old lady. She didn't have the patience for such an act and preferred to brush past the topic as quickly as possible. The sooner this ended, the oner she could be free of the situation.
Her attitude was deliberate a message to the old lady that there was no point in binding together two people who didn't care about each other. She hoped the old lady would eventually cto terms with that.
At last, Jarrod looked at Elodie. There wasn't a flicker of emotion on her face. She was making it clear to the old lady that she didn't care, that there was no need to fuss.
He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. “Grandma, Elodie's feelings are my feelings." The old lady just couldn't understand these two. Elodie seemed completely unconcerned. about the rumors linking Jarrod and Sylvie was it because she trusted Jarrod, or because she simply didn't care? And Jarrod's response... it was as though he'd solve the problem if Elodie asked him to, but if she said it didn't matter, he'd go along with that too.
Watching them both act like outsiders to their own marriage left the old lady feeling helpless. Guilt pricked at her, and she squeezed Elodie's hand. "You're the only one I recognize, dear. No matter what happens, you're the only Mrs. Silverstein in this family. won't let Jarrod or anyone else treat you unfairly." She meant every word.
As for that Sylvie? She would never make it into the Silverstein family, not a chance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmElodie understood how deeply the older generation clung to their views on marriage. Since she couldn't bring herself to talk about divorce outright, she didn't try to reason with the old lady. She simply nodded. "Please don't worry about me, Grandma. I'm fine-really. I'll go wash my hands before dinner." She had no desire to keep up the conversation.
Cold. Detached. Unmoved.
The old lady saw it for what it was, and her heart grew heavier still.
There was clearly a rift between husband and wife.
As soon as Elodie left, the old lady's face hardened as she turned to Jarrod. "Elodie is a good and decent ve girl. She may say she doesn't care, but I'm warning you-enough with Sylvie. Don't makestep in myself."
Jarrod poured her a glass of water, then poured another and set it at Elodie's place, waiting for her tom return. Only then did he speak, his tone calm: "Wasn't today's little at the hotel all your design, Grandma? Do you really need to intervene again?" The old lady met his gaze, i.ne
unflinching "Do you think I didn't know what was going on? Why else would Sylvie dare to book out a restaurant owned by the Silversteins for your birthday? You toldyou'd be busy and wouldn't be home-did you think I wouldn't realize you were going to her event? The moment she tried to pull a stunt like that on our turf, she lost any chance for courtesy. Why should I give her any respect?"
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