How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 852

Jarrod faced the camera as if he could see the girl through the lens.

For a man who seemed to have it all, his expression at that moment was filled with a self-deprecating weariness.

Even through the screen, it made one's heart tighten with an inexplicable pang of sorrow.

When he said those words, the atmosphere in the venue grew heavy.

Everyone's expression mirrored a shared sense of empathy, as if they had been pulled directly into Jarrod's state of mind at that moment.

Lucinda felt a deep unease. She had always known Jarrod was a reserved child with a profound inner world, never one to wear his heart on his sleeve. But his spirit had always been strong. Yet, when it came to Elodie, it seemed he had weathered years of silent dampness in a hidden corner of his heart, with no sign of the clouds ever parting.

As a mother, her eyes suddenly began to burn.

Let alone everyone else.

Who would have thought that today they would witness the secret love story of the renowned Mr. Silverstein?

The video diary continued.

The scenes kept changing.

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