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.

after wrapping up a 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

she announced. "The Mercer family was invited, and who walks in but Sylvie and her mother. They're already rubbing

down her pen and looked up. "You didn't

for Selma, personally invited all the

her a post from a charity's official

show had put ten paintings up for sale, bringing

screen before handing the phone back, quietly impressed at how Selma was seizing every

sell her paintings privately?" Elodie

sells during her exhibitions, no private sales. She's already announced

commercial show rolled around, with

of mine in the industry says companies are lining up to partner with them. Who knows how long