How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 128

No one here missed Elodie's smile.

Grady scowled. "She's got the nerve to laugh? Clearly, my advice went in one ear and out the other!"

Sylvie stayed silent, but her displeasure was obvious.

"Typical housewife doesn't understand technology. There's no point arguing with someone like her, Ms. Fielding. Don't let people like that ruin your day," Grady said, trying to comfort Sylvie.

Comparing the two women, he realized just how rare someone like Sylvie was— brilliant, respectful, and deeply appreciative of other people's research. It took a genius to truly understand another genius. Clearly, Ms. Fielding was on the same wavelength as the U.N2's creators.

Naylor glanced at Elodie, then back at Sylvie, who stood there with effortless poise and composure. Suddenly, it was obvious why Jarrod had chosen her. She had real presence.

No wonder Jarrod had turned down Elodie's advances at the gallery that night.

But-

"Housewife?" Naylor asked.

Mr. Sterling is the guy she's

Elodie with Naylor before, so this caught Naylor off guard. He shot Elodie and Alexander a look-the two of them chatting and laughing together-and found the whole

does her husband do?"

"That... I really don't

never mentioned

interjected coolly, turning away

unflappable as Sylvie-she never judged, never pried into other people's private lives. Even if she didn't like Elodie, she wouldn't stoop to gossip, always steering the conversation back to

It was... admirable.

one lucky

Sylvie's retreating figure, a complicated look on his

meticulously recorded the different categories, features, and upgrades of the military tech on display. After three years

she weren't sick, she'd throw herself back into her work without a second thought. Instead, she lived with a metaphorical sword hanging over

thought, she barely noticed the sound of

spoke up: