How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 371

He even shot her a cold, disdainful look, his brow furrowed.

She had tried to spare Elodie's dignity; it was Elodie herself who had thrown it away.

“Ms. Thorne really is unflappable, isn't she? Most people would be falling apart by now." Grady couldn't stand Elodie's feigned composure. He turned away from her, softening his tone as he addressed Sylvie. "Ms. Fielding, would you mind checking the university website?"

"Sure," Sylvie said, barely sparing Elodie a glance. She pulled out her phone and navigated to Verdant University's official site.

Maurice, too, silently opened the site on his own phone, searching for the published results.

But as his eyes landed on the page, the smile froze on his lips. He stared, eyes going wide in shock.

Jarrod lowered his gaze, watching the page load on Sylvie's screen.

Then, as the rankings and scores came into sharp focus...

He looked up, his eyes flicking to Elodie.

Sylvie's face, in that same instant, went slack with disbelief. Her grip on her phone tightened suddenly.

Her breathing faltered, uneven.

She must have read it wrong. She had to have.

is it?" Grady hadn't seen the page

ask, concern creeping

her expression cold, a faintly mocking smile tugging at her

with 'concerned' curiosity, "Did you get a good look, Ms. Fielding? What's your score? Is it about the same

the air, Sylvie's lips pressed into a thin, tense line.

thoughts scattering in every

469...

Elodie have

Maurice finally found his voice, staring at Elodie

his face twisted as the realization

had never once tried to draw attention to

acceptance by Mr. Sterling was due to some backroom

something got entered wrong?" Grady's voice sharpened, his skepticism obvious. "Did the admissions office

mistakes in

at Elodie, his eyes unreadable. "The university doesn't make that kind of mistake.

"There's no mistake."

and Abbott had returned, but suddenly, Charlie's voice cut through the tension as he strode in, hands behind his back, scanning

lips were

She couldn't process it.

She couldn't believe it.