How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 327

Elodie's voice was calm.

It sounded like a casual remark, nothing more-there wasn't a trace of sharpness in her tone.

Selma's smile froze for a split second. The question was so direct, it felt like there was no right way to answer. Even Sylvie's expression tensed, though she still had no intention of responding to Elodie. Whether she planned to apply to grad school, or if Dr. Sterling's spot was reserved for her, had nothing to do with Elodie. Why should she bother with an outsider?

Jarrod spun a metal lighter between his fingers, glancing over at Elodie, who looked especially slight standing in the night breeze.

Grady, however, gave her a second look. "Why do you care?" he asked, sounding almost amused. "Everybody knows Dr. Sterling hasn't taken on a student in years. Ms. Fielding just got back to the country and suddenly there's a spot available—- what's there to guess?"

Selma managed to recover, forcing a smile. "It doesn't matter. Sylvie prefers to earn her place on merit. That way, it's all aboveboard."

"So," Elodie replied, eyes narrowing, "does Dr. Sterling know about this? Has he ever said he wants Ms. Fielding as his student?”

knew full well that Selma and her little circle

seem awfully interested in

handful of executives nearby paused

coat tighter around her, her expression unchanged.

for Dr. Sterling's

a still pond.

gaze grew darker as he

furrowed instantly,

did, he muttered to Jarrod, "Has Elodie lost her mind? She'll say anything these days—

have any idea who Dr. Charlie Sterling was

to grad school was one thing. But Elodie wanted to go into aerospace-

understood: Elodie was hopelessly naive. She'd say anything to compete with her daughter. Just like her mother-ambitious beyond her means. Grady finally found his voice, sounding incredulous. "Elodie, you've only shadowed Dr. Sterling for a few months, and now you think you're ready to run with the big