How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 330

As for the old grudge between Selma and her mother-Elodie had no intention of letting it go. Even though Jarrod had tried to talk her out of it before, she was determined to find an opportunity to catch them out.

That afternoon, Mr. Charlie Sterling had scheduled a meeting with her to discuss her dissertation.

Alexander was tied up with business meetings, so Elodie drove herself.

Charlie spotted her coming in and waved her over. "How's the review going? The qualifying exams are less than two weeks away-blink and they'll be here."

Elodie, modest to her core, always gave a measured response, even when she was confident. "I'll do my best."

Charlie folded his arms behind his back and gave a gruff snort. "You've been out of the game for three years. In three years, talent cycles through again and again —there's always a fresh batch of bright kids. Don't get complacent. If you can't cut it, don't embarrass yourself."

Elodie pressed her lips together in a small, amused smile. “Embarrass myself? That sounds terrifying. Maybe I shouldn't even bother showing up?"

"You cheeky thing!" Charlie's eyes bulged for a moment as he swatted her lightly on the head with a stack of papers.

eyes crinkling. “Don't worry. If I don't make

Elodie had nothing to

to keep her on her toes. A little pressure

of cut fruit and a cup of hot tea, beaming as she chastised her husband. "You're always fussing over Elodie. Now that she's here, stop with the

ducked her head,

academic, his words were razor-sharp. Elodie barely dared to breathe, obediently listening by his

two articles to read, then assigned her a research task related to an ongoing institute

finished, her

Charlie she needed some

in Eldermere was still crisp, the wind

walked around the perimeter of the Sterling estate, her

dotted

she heard the rumble of

A sleek