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.

or not. Mr. Sterling is the guy she's

about Elodie with Naylor before, so this caught Naylor off guard. He shot Elodie and Alexander a look-the two

do?" Naylor couldn't help

hesitated. "That... I really don't

had never mentioned it,

interjected coolly, turning away with her usual grace to examine

to her. He rarely met women as unflappable as Sylvie-she never judged, never pried into other people's private lives. Even if she didn't

It was... admirable.

was one

a word the entire time. He watched Sylvie's retreating figure, a complicated look on his face, then just

in hand, she meticulously recorded the different categories, features, and upgrades of the military tech on display. After three years away, she was acutely

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

barely noticed the sound of measured, steady footsteps by the

spoke up: "Jarrod,