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.

nodded. "Married, believe it or not. Mr. Sterling is the guy she's stringing along on

this caught Naylor off guard. He shot Elodie and Alexander a look-the two of

does her husband do?" Naylor couldn't help

"That... I

never mentioned

coolly, turning

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 work and

It was... admirable.

was one

time. He watched Sylvie's retreating figure, a complicated look

meanwhile, couldn't care less what anyone thought of her. Notebook in hand, she meticulously recorded the different categories, features, and upgrades of the military tech on display. After three years away, she was acutely aware of how

her work without a second thought. Instead, she lived with a metaphorical sword hanging over her neck-a ticking time bomb that made

in thought, she barely noticed the sound

melodic voice spoke