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 her up, to

that silenced the room, "Because you weren't her real

a sidelong glance. She remained

to carry layers of meaning, leaving

Sylvie was

Elodie had never considered her a rival? Or was there

confused looks, their

overthink it. The professor treats everyone the same. He isn't shielding Elodie—he

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

then followed after

eyes were back

both turned

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 allow a faint, knowing smile

an entrance!" someone quickly recovered from the

other executives joined in, eager to congratulate her. "No wonder Mr. Sterling thinks so

too. The two of you swept first and second place what a

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

gap between first and second was no small

misread Ms. Fielding's intentions, thinking there was some inside deal. In the end,

scores were.

managed a stiff smile. Even though the praise