How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 329

Elodie made a trip back to the old Rosemary estate.

The old lady was in great spirits, bustling around the kitchen to whip up several dishes-all of Elodie's favorites.

By the time their conversation began, Elodie's plate was already stacked high, a mountain of food she couldn't help but laugh at. Still, she didn't want to disappoint Rosemary. Even though her appetite wasn't what it used to be, she made an effort to taste everything, bite by bite.

After the meal, Elodie stayed to chat with Rosemary for a while, then decided to spend the night.

She pulled out the books she'd planned to read, diving right back into her studies without missing a beat. She was nothing if not methodical: efficient, organized, always finding time to work on her research papers.

Charlie would occasionally drop in to check her progress, which only made Elodie more diligent.

The disaster relief project proposal she was responsible for would take time to develop and prove. Even her downtime was squeezed dry, leaving little room for leisure.

Monday arrived.

meeting on mechanical structure design, Esmeralda burst into Elodie's office, grabbed a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge, and sprawled out on the sofa. She chugged

invited, and who walks in but Sylvie and her mother. They're already rubbing

pen and looked up. "You

He organized a solo exhibition for Selma, personally invited

showing her

had put ten paintings up for sale, bringing in over half a million dollars-all of

phone back, quietly impressed at how Selma was seizing every opportunity to boost her

she sell her paintings privately?"

anymore. Selma's all about exclusivity now, branding herself as a high-end artist. She only sells during her exhibitions, no private sales. She's

next big commercial show rolled around, with her newfound

on a roll too," Esmeralda continued. "A friend of mine in the industry says companies are lining up to partner with them. Who knows how long before they