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.

here doesn't matter. What's more interesting is how you managed it. That, I do

her brow knitting into a frown. The easy smile she'd worn

really think she was in any position to

a low, appreciative chuckle, nodding as

the bite in Elodie's words. "How dare you 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

conference?"

had to write papers, of course, but the gap in academic achievement between them was glaringly

couldn't deny that Octavia was

really

on Sylvie's

red-handed, hurriedly mumbling to Sylvie, "Let's talk later I need to get some

was clearly curious about the conference but wouldn't dare ask

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

tone had the gentle fondness of an

half of the session was about to begin, and she focused her attention on the large screen at the front of the room