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?"

she didn't have much of a relationship with Mr. Sterling, Abbott was still a protégé of Charlie

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

center of attention as well. The fallout would not be

Abbott's usually gentle face turned grave. "And if Elodie hadn't found evidence to prove her innocence, what would you have done then? Did you ever think about the Dean or about

momentarily speechless, her brows knitting in

on, voice cold, "can't stand to see their work slandered or trampled. Your actions-plagiarism, infringement, defamation, criminal responsibility-even the university 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 to teach

color. "Professor,

eyes icy. "This whole incident is spiraling out of control. If I keep you as my student, people

turned away without another word, face set in cold

to ask the Dean to persuade Elodie to drop the charges?

stood rooted to the

this outcome. Professor Abbott-was

meant her chance to study

that with her talent, Professor Abbott would never give up on her

have valued her, tried to

only had she failed to convince him—she'd managed to make him

worst, indifference or detachment

never imagined he would outright refuse to

took her a long moment to

she stepped out of the office,

flickering in her eyes as

stood, her delicate face calm and unbothered, not sparing Sylvie even a glance