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.

one hand, there were already rumors about an impending engagement. On the other hand, the paper was finished. It was like Jarrod had built Sylvie a staircase to fame and

just to advise on the paper, or if

see the difference clear as day," Esmeralda said, utterly

Elodie wasn't arrogant enough to underestimate

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

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

Elodie had already

as chemotherapy, when her body was at its weakest and most miserable-Elodie just didn't want anyone close to her to see. Whether it was to spare them the worry and fear, or to preserve that last scrap of dignity in the face of life and death, she couldn't say. She was just an ordinary person, with her own private fears, her stubborn pride

drew in a

gentle reminder, she made her way back into the

no different this

tolerance low, and the drugs were harsh. The pain was just

could do was retch

stepped out of the treatment room, she collapsed against the wall, sliding down until she was sitting on the cold floor, her forehead slick

the elevator,

in a

in his tracks, his