How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 398

Elodie could hear almost everything from where she sat.

Sylvie had been frantically busy these past two days, searching everywhere for a way out.

But Elodie didn't move. She sat quietly, continuing to message Galen and the others about some technical issues.

Meanwhile, Sylvie had come here for one reason: to talk to Professor Abbott.

She thought Jarrod's suggestion was actually quite feasible. Right now, every other avenue seemed blocked. Abbott, her former advisor, was a gentle, refined man-soft-spoken and even-tempered. He might not be impossible to persuade, or at least to use as leverage.

After all, she was out of moves. She had to try.

Abbott closed the book in his hand only when he saw Sylvie approach.

"Is there something you need?" he asked.

Sylvie pressed her lips together and replied, neither humble nor pushy, "Professor,

I don't know if you've seen the recent news..."

Abbott nodded. "Yes, it's gotten pretty big. I have a general idea."

Sylvie looked him straight in the eye. "Neural Intelligence failed in its oversight,

and I was deceived as well, which led to a series of serious problems. Now, Elodie is insisting on holding me personally responsible. I don't think that's rational. I wanted to ask... would you be willing to speak to the Dean? Maybe you could persuade Elodie to drop the case?"

didn't have much of a relationship with Mr. Sterling,

Abbott said nothing.

"You're my advisor. Elodie is Mr. Sterling's student. Now that it's come to criminal charges between us, I worry people will drag

Mr. Sterling would become the center of

prove her

speechless, her brows knitting in

now. Which of

"Professor, what do

eyes icy. "This whole incident is spiraling out of control. If I keep you as my student, people will question my judgment. You'd better find

turned away without another word, face set

drop the charges? After

rooted to the

Professor Abbott-was he really cutting her

study at the institute was

swept over her, and her expression darkened completely. She had always believed that with her talent, Professor Abbott would

valued her, tried to save

she failed to convince him—she'd managed to

worst, indifference or

imagined he would outright refuse to

a long moment to collect

the office, she spotted Elodie sitting not

frosty, a cold, inscrutable edge flickering in her eyes as

not sparing Sylvie even a glance