How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 127

Elodie paused, her hand hovering midair as she glanced sideways.

Sylvie strode over, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Do you think this is some kind of toy? You can't just handle things here without permission. These are the result of years of hard work by our researchers."

Elodie met her accusatory gaze, acutely aware of the curious, judgmental stares suddenly turning her way.

Only then did her brow knit, ever so slightly.

Grady joined them, his expression darkening. "Unbelievable. Didn't anyone tell you when you arrived? Everything here is strictly for observation unless you have specific authorization and an expert supervising you."

How could she be so reckless? So disrespectful!

She was nothing like Sylvie-refined, poised, worldly.

Even Naylor, usually calm, looked unusually grave.

He'd grown up on military bases, raised with an iron sense of discipline, well aware of the strict regulations at the research facility.

U.N2 was military-grade, after all.

wrong mechanism, the consequences could be

have no sense of respect or

carefully. "Ms. Thorne, even if you're unfamiliar with the protocols, you should exercise restraint. Ms. Fielding is right; it's about respect for the developers and an understanding of the work they've

wasn't an expert, Elodie could have at least tried to match Ms. Fielding's

mass production. The last thing he wanted

land

were heavy with criticism, calling out

felt no

they weren't wrong. Ordinary people really shouldn't touch

at ease. She knew

calmly, "Thank you

her composure, her calm and poise never faltering. Most people would've wanted to sink through the floor or lashed

was unflappable.

if he'd

anything, so let's not make this out to be more than it is," Joseph finally spoke up, unable to watch any longer. He could see the way Sylvie's presence

shot Joseph

quite understanding why he was

to catch the tail end of the exchange, both frowning. Alexander bent to

found the whole thing