How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 431

Sylvie listened to the ongoing discussion, and the frustration she'd felt earlier- when the topics seemed dense and impenetrable-finally began to ebb.

"It's not so bad," she said quietly. "I mainly came today to learn something new."

Octavia was about to respond when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Elodie as Sylvie adjusted her camera.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Elodie?"

Elodie heard her name and glanced over calmly, saying nothing.

"What's she doing here?" Octavia huffed after Elodie ignored her, then turned to Sylvie for answers.

Sylvie snapped her notebook shut, her tone neutral. "No idea."

But the way she said it carried a hint of disdain, as if to suggest, Who knows what tricks she pulled to get in?

Elodie, seated close by, heard every word and understood the implication clearly.

doesn't matter. What's more interesting is how

brow knitting into a

her now? Did she really think

part, couldn't help but let out a low,

people? Sylvie's way ahead of you-she earned her spot here her published research, not because of my brother. If you think you're so capable, why don't you write

conference?"

course, but the gap in academic achievement between them was glaringly obvious. Who was Elodie

couldn't deny

people's behavior really did show

gaze fixed on Sylvie's phone. "You like the Verdania time

Sylvie, "Let's talk later I need to

clearly curious about the conference but

"It's fine. She's just a young girl with ambition. I'll teach her

the gentle fondness of an older sister-in-law indulging

was about to begin, and she focused her attention on the large