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.

bottle of sparkling water from the fridge, and sprawled out on the

invited, and who walks

her pen and looked up. "You didn't

I kept my cool. But honestly, Jarrod is playing the game well. He organized a solo exhibition for Selma, personally

her phone, showing her a post from a

art show had put ten paintings up for sale, bringing in over half a million

before handing the phone back, quietly impressed at how Selma

sell her paintings

during her exhibitions, no private sales. She's already announced her next show for six months from

the next big commercial show rolled around, with her newfound prestige, those two would be raking it

in the industry says companies are lining up to partner with them. Who knows how long before they start throwing their weight around with