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?"

of a relationship with Mr. Sterling, Abbott was still a protégé of Charlie Sterling-surely that

Abbott said nothing.

advisor. Elodie is Mr. Sterling's student. Now that it's come to criminal charges between us, I worry

things escalated, Mr. Sterling would become the center of attention as well. The fallout would not

the first time, Abbott's usually gentle face turned grave. "And if Elodie hadn't found evidence to prove

was momentarily speechless, her brows knitting in

knows about them now. Which of those is a small matter?" He rarely looked so stern. "Go home, Sylvie. I can't help you. I fear I can't even continue

"Professor,

whole incident is spiraling out of control. If I keep you as my

word, face set in cold

Elodie to drop the charges? After everything Elodie had

to

Professor Abbott-was he really

to study at the institute was

She had always believed that with her talent, Professor Abbott would never give up on her over someone as insignificant as

should have valued her, tried to

to convince him—she'd managed to make him

had expected, at worst, indifference or detachment from

had never imagined he would outright refuse to

moment to collect

out of the office, she spotted

edge flickering in her

calm and unbothered, not sparing Sylvie