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.

a frown. The easy smile she'd

she really

help but let out a low,

jump to conclusions about other 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?"

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

deny that

people's behavior really did show their

from the row ahead. Jarrod had turned around at some point, his cool gaze fixed on Sylvie's phone. "You like the

mumbling to Sylvie,

knew Octavia was intimidated by Jarrod. She was clearly curious about the conference but

"It's fine. She's just a young girl with

of an older sister-in-law indulging a

another glance. The second half of the session was about to begin, and she focused her attention on the large screen at