How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 372

Charlie wasn't angry about how these people treated Elodie.

What really got to him was their careless attitude-how they could so flippantly dismiss the fairness of the school and someone's hard work with a single, thoughtless remark. Did all that effort really mean nothing to them?

Sylvie's expression grew even darker.

She understood that today's events, with all their commotion, had clearly irritated Mr. Sterling.

But...

"Professor, you knew about her scores that day, didn't you? So then..." Sylvie forced herself to calm down, steadying her breath as she asked.

Charlie turned to look at her, seeing the question written plainly on her young face. “You want to know why I didn't just tell you the truth then?"

Sylvie pressed her lips together. At this point, she needed an answer.

She'd never been the sore-loser type; she knew there was always someone better out there. But the truth was, Charlie could have told her about Elodie's results on the spot. Why wait until now?

If she'd known back then, she wouldn't have found herself so publicly embarrassed today.

Elodie glanced over, instantly guessing what Sylvie was thinking.

scores to set her up, to

in dragging out this conversation, turned to leave but paused to say, with a gravity that silenced the room, "Because you weren't her real competitor. There was no need to explain myself to

shot Elodie a sidelong glance. She remained perfectly composed, unruffled

layers of meaning, leaving

Sylvie was caught

that mean Elodie had never considered her a rival? Or was

exchanged confused looks, their thoughts momentarily

everyone the same. He isn't shielding Elodie—he just

finally came to, swallowing his shock and

nodded, then followed after

all eyes were

and Jarrod both turned to

about her results since the announcement-had she really just been waiting for this moment all along? Sensing Sylvie's stare, Elodie looked back, her expression cool and indifferent. Only now did

entrance!" someone quickly recovered from

eager to congratulate her. "No wonder Mr. Sterling thinks so highly of you, Ms. Thorne! With scores like that, you deserve every

Fielding too. The two of you swept first and second place

and made sure to toss in a compliment for good

knew the gap between first and second was no small

Thorne, the top scorer, had kept quiet from the start, and yet they'd nearly misread Ms. Fielding's intentions, thinking there was some inside deal. In the end, the only real surprise was how astonishingly high

scores were.

smile. Even though the