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.

probably assumed the professor had kept quiet about the scores to set

leave but paused to say, with a gravity that silenced

Elodie a sidelong glance. She remained perfectly composed, unruffled

seemed to carry layers of meaning, leaving everyone a bit

was

Elodie had never considered her a

and Grady exchanged confused looks, their thoughts

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

his shock and murmuring,

then

were back on

and Jarrod both turned

waiting for this moment all along? Sensing Sylvie's stare, Elodie

quickly recovered from the shock and hurried over

Mr. Sterling thinks so highly of you, Ms. Thorne! With scores like

of you swept

her, and made sure to toss in a compliment for good measure; after all, Jarrod's presence meant Sylvie deserved a little

so, everyone knew the gap between first and second was no

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

scores were.

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