How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 241

She graduated at the top of her class.

Had it been otherwise-if she'd really gone ahead and married Jarrod Mr. Charlie Sterling might not have gotten so angry he needed blood pressure medication.

But truthfully, back in her college days, the Harcourt family couldn't have cared less, and after she married into the Silverstein family, they never paid much attention either. All they ever seemed to know was that she, like her uncle Emile, had studied physics.

A field, in their eyes, of little value to the family business.

Once she was married, her worth seemed to boil down to just one thing: when she'd finally provide an heir for the Silversteins.

And eventually, even that was subject to review-her intelligence had to be "qualified" before she could be trusted with the task of carrying on the family line.

Freya was genuinely stunned.

From her perspective, physics was already one of the toughest majors out there. And Elodie had taken on another at the same time?

She couldn't help herself. "And the other one-?"

"There's a lot to consider," Elodie replied, skipping Freya's unfinished question. "Given your health, I'd honestly recommend you focus on computer science."

She spoke with focus, laying out the pros and cons, and explaining the different factors that came with each path.

in, listening more and more

admiration grew,

talked until the conversation had run

Joseph arrived. He noticed how animated Freya and Elodie were― his lips curled into a slight smile before

took a

with

take care of at VistaLink Technologies, so I should be heading back," Elodie said. She had covered

together, then slid a small, elegantly wrapped box toward her. "I heard your birthday was

eyeing him with a flicker of

composure. "Freya and I picked this out together. I noticed you haven't been feeling well, so we had

refusal caught in her throat. She glanced at

instantly, her voice sweet and earnest. "Please take it, Elodie. It's not just a birthday gift-I

cleared things

It was Freya's idea.

refuse again. "Thank

reaction-no trace of annoyance or rejection-and the tightness

Elodie a present, and you had to drag me into it. What, were

his gaze away,