How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Sylvie was surprised, though she hid it well.

After all, Dr. Charlie had met the country's brightest minds. It was only natural that his standards were sky-high.

But who exactly was he referring to?

Alexander almost couldn't keep his laughter in. Not just "not young"—that was an understatement.

Sylvie's product was, at best, a high-end toy for drone enthusiasts. It was nowhere near Elodie's all-in-one combat drone; they weren't even in the same league.

Still, among the average prodigies, Sylvie was leagues ahead.

Noticing his son's teasing, Charlie shot him a cold glare.

Alexander shrugged, as if to say, Why's the old man mad at me? It's not like I'm the one who lured Elodie away to get married.

"I understand. I definitely still have a lot to learn," Sylvie replied quickly, her tone humble.

She picked up on the subtext in Dr. Charlie's words. Her current achievements hadn't impressed him, so it wasn't the right time to ask if he'd review her academic paper. She would have to wait and plan for another opportunity.

Jarrod had caught most of the conversation. Unfazed, he spoke with his usual calm composure, "Take your time. There will be plenty of chances."

Sylvie steadied herself, determined. She knew she'd have more opportunities to prove her worth.

approached to toast Jarrod, and he continued to mingle

finished a busy stretch. Alexander, in full gossip mode, had sent a string

problem is, she's

other hand, seemed totally unfazed. He didn't intervene at all. Not sure if that's because he trusts Sylvie or if

react and still spent twenty million to get him involved for Sylvie's sake-he

felt nothing in particular

the person he cared about, there was nothing he wouldn't smooth out or take

she had given everything—and it had never been

interest in

her seat, she went to take

the reception was probably over

changed into her pajamas

Elodie went to answer

his arm. Without looking at her, he walked right in, bringing with him the

here?" Elodie called after

massaged his temples, his voice a little rough.

Realization dawned on Elodie.

him, and that's why he'd come by-to

sofa, head tilted back, eyes closed,

her lips together.

answer or open his eyes. His Adam's apple