How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 350

Elodie hadn't expected Charlie to give such a decisive answer.

She glanced up at his stern face and, for a moment, felt as if she were being shielded unconditionally—an unfamiliar sensation for her.

Sylvie's shock was written all over her face.

Charlie's words had landed with such finality, they shattered the careful arguments she'd prepared on her way here, leaving her with a vague, inescapable embarrassment.

Worse yet, Elodie had witnessed her being rebuffed at the door.

Jarrod shot Elodie a glance, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes before he composed himself and spoke with steady calm. "Since you already have someone in mind, Professor, and you're not considering anyone else at the moment, I won't press the issue."

Sylvie's lips had gone pale. She cast Elodie a complicated look-part derision, part resignation—but she understood the situation well enough not to say anything more.

Charlie met Jarrod's eyes. For someone so young, Jarrod was remarkably poised and discreet. He'd done everything right for this meeting: tracked Charlie down at VistaLink Technologies, requested a face-to-face, showed respect without arrogance, and knew how to read the room.

And yet...

judgment was

Silverstein, you may go now." With that,

spare them so much as a

no point arguing with people who'd already made up their minds about her.

holidays. If she could discuss it in detail with him, she might have a

figure for a long moment before finally

She'd been the golden girl all her life, always the favored one, and now she'd lost out to... an academic

it?" Maurice hurried over, sounding out

little as he replied, "Professor Sterling turned us

was taken aback. "What?

forced her voice to remain even

his mind struggling to catch up. After a

get her in on a technicality? Even if he wasn't going to pick you, shouldn't it have gone to the candidate