How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 52

When Elodie spotted Joseph standing a short distance away, she didn't show any emotion. She simply nodded politely, maintaining only the bare minimum of

courtesy.

Anything beyond that, she absolutely refused to offer.

Joseph could sense her coldness.

By now, he knew better than to mistake Elodie's indifference for some kind of hard-to-get act. In the past, he might have thought she was just trying out a new strategy to win over Jarrod's friends. But those days were long gone, and he wasn't that naive anymore.

Elodie truly didn't care about getting close to him.

That realization made Joseph frown, a tangle of unspoken feelings stirring inside him.

"Hey, big brother!" Freya's face was still lit up with excitement from her

conversation with Elodie, her voice bubbling as she turned to Joseph. "Why are you here so early to find me?"

Joseph glanced at Elodie before he answered. "Do you even realize your own condition? Did you bring your inhaler?"

Freya's cheeks puffed out guiltily. "Ugh, you're such a nag.....'

Elodie stood up. "I'll head back to my room now."

Joseph nodded. "Alright."

Freya a gentle smile before

watched her go, reluctant to see

realized her

nudged him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Don't

and rapped her lightly on the head, dodging the question. "You've been pestering that woman for ages. Aren't you worried

don't get it—she might seem aloof, but she's really gentle once you

amazing! Do you know what she does

fell silent for

she'd avoid his sister just because she

But...

how Elodie had gotten into the field after Sylvie brought her along, and then landed

about Sylvie-enough to become

is in the drone business. She's probably just picked up some basics from being around it so

his

thing or two, and Elodie was sharp enough to keep up. At the very least, it was more than enough

Freya seemed thoughtful, unconvinced.

Elodie was genuinely talented, not just

Elodie worked

a list of difficult points she needed to discuss with

got back, night had already fallen. Esmeralda flopped onto the couch and waved her hand. "I'm done for. My feet are killing me. Don't bother calling me

charged ahead at full speed, burned through all her energy, and now she's paying for it. Always the first to play, but

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