How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 415

Esmeralda immediately switched topics. "Didn't you just submit your paper? I actually heard some inside news from a friend-turns out Sylvie finally finished hers as well. And rumor has it she submitted to the same top-tier journal. Isn't that a coincidence?"

Elodie had known that Sylvie had been desperate to get an academician to review her work. Now, suddenly, the paper was done.

And to a top journal, no less?

"I just asked Alex," Esmeralda continued. "Alex said Sylvie has a real knack for grabbing attention. Her reputation's been iffy lately, so if she can pull off a solid academic achievement right now, it's perfect timing."

Elodie thought for a moment.

She'd only just met with Professor Waldron a few days ago, and now Sylvie's paper was finished.

Chances were... Mr. Ferguson had helped?

Mr. Ferguson, with his famously prickly temperament-could Jarrod really have convinced him?

Well, Jarrod always did have a talent for picking the perfect moment. This particular timing couldn't be better.

already rumors about an impending engagement. On the other hand, the paper was finished. It was like Jarrod had built Sylvie

was whether Jarrod had asked Professor Waldron just to advise on the paper, or

silver platter. Once both of your papers are published, everyone will see the difference clear as day," Esmeralda said, utterly confident in Elodie's abilities. Of course, it

enough to underestimate her

Sylvie really did get Waldron's guidance, then her work would be

faintly. "I'll talk to you later, Esme. I've

respond, Elodie had already ended the

the face of life and death, she couldn't say. She was just an ordinary person, with her own private fears, her stubborn pride that might seem laughable to others. She hadn't even fully accepted

in a

reminder, she made her way back

no different

low, and the drugs were harsh.

hadn't eaten; all she could do was retch

she collapsed against the wall, sliding down until she was sitting on the cold floor, her forehead

Warwick stepped off the

up in a corner, painfully

tracks, his gaze