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.

the paper was finished. It was like Jarrod had built Sylvie a staircase

Waldron just to advise on the paper, or if there

papers are published, everyone will see the difference clear as day," Esmeralda said, utterly confident in Elodie's abilities. Of course, it was obvious Sylvie thought pretty

wasn't arrogant enough to underestimate

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

talk to you later, Esme.

Elodie

say. She was just an ordinary person, with her own private

in a long

the nurse's gentle reminder, she made her way back into the

was no different this

her tolerance low, and the drugs were harsh. The

eaten; all she could do was retch up

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

stepped off the elevator, he spotted her almost

a corner, painfully

his tracks, his gaze