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.

several companies approached to toast Jarrod, and he continued to mingle with

see Alexander's messages until she'd just finished a busy stretch. Alexander, in full gossip mode, had sent a string

be in high demand at any company. The problem is, she's too ambitious-trying to

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

knew how the old man would react and still spent twenty million to get him involved for

in

Sylvie incredibly well. For the person he cared about, there was nothing he wouldn't smooth out or take

herself, she had given everything—and it had never

in what happened

from her seat, she went

ten; the reception

just changed into her pajamas

went to answer

slightly furrowed, jacket draped over his arm. Without looking at her, he

doing here?" Elodie called

his temples, his voice a little rough. "Grandma

Realization dawned on Elodie.

checking up on him, and that's why he'd come by-to keep

sofa, head tilted back, eyes closed, as if he

together. "Shouldn't you

or open his eyes. His Adam's