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.

had kept quiet about the scores to set her up,

turned to leave but paused to say, with a gravity that silenced

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

to carry layers of meaning, leaving everyone a

Sylvie was caught

Elodie had never considered her a rival? Or was there something

confused looks, their thoughts momentarily

treats everyone the same. He isn't shielding Elodie—he just wants everyone to trust in the school's fairness and

to, swallowing his shock and murmuring, "Sorry...

nodded, then followed after

eyes were back

both turned to

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

knows how to make an entrance!" someone quickly recovered from the shock

Mr. Sterling thinks so highly

of you swept first

her, and made sure to toss in a compliment for good measure; after

the gap between first and second

the start, and yet they'd nearly misread Ms. Fielding's intentions, thinking there was some inside deal. In the end, the

scores were.

she managed a stiff smile. Even though the praise now felt hollow, she nodded