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.

toast Jarrod, and

finished a busy stretch. Alexander,

demand at any company. The problem is, she's too ambitious-trying to reach for the stars right away. She's probably

intervene at all. Not sure if that's because he trusts Sylvie or if he just saw this coming

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

nothing in

person he cared about,

for herself, she had given everything—and

lost interest in

seat, she went

reception was

just changed into her pajamas when the doorbell

went to answer

arm. Without looking at her, he

you doing here?"

his voice a little

Realization dawned on Elodie.

on him, and

the sofa, head tilted

lips together. "Shouldn't you

answer or open his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed