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,

messages until she'd just finished a busy stretch.

problem is, she's too

didn't intervene at all. Not sure if

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

felt nothing in particular

really did treat Sylvie incredibly well. For the person he cared about, there was nothing he

for herself, she had given everything—and it had never

interest in what

from her seat, she went to take

ten; the reception was

her pajamas when the doorbell

Elodie went to answer

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

you doing here?" Elodie called

temples, his voice a

Realization dawned on Elodie.

him, and that's why

over again, Jarrod was already sprawled on the sofa, head tilted back, eyes closed, as if he wasn't feeling

her lips together. "Shouldn't you

his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed