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.

found herself drawn in, listening more and more

admiration grew, fierce and

conversation had run

Elodie were― his lips curled into a slight smile before he

He took a

him with

should be heading back," Elodie said. She had covered everything she wanted to tell Freya;

slid a small, elegantly wrapped box toward her. "I heard your birthday was the day before yesterday. I know I'm

with a flicker

I picked this out together. I noticed you haven't been feeling well, so we had a custom aromatherapy candle made. It's supposed to

caught in her

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

things

It was Freya's idea.

didn't refuse

or rejection-and

trouble to get Elodie a present, and you had to drag me into it. What, were you worried she'd refuse if it was just from

his gaze away,