How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 482

Waldron's words all but sealed the truth.

Everyone understood the implications: Elodie was Charlie's protégé, and Waldron had always been at odds with Charlie. If even Waldron was willing to step forward and vouch for her, it only made the story more convincing.

If Elodie hadn't written those papers, Waldron wouldn't have let Charlie save face —not now, not in front of everyone. Waldron's endorsement was the most compelling evidence anyone could hope for.

Perhaps the two professors didn't get along, but when it came to academic rigor, they stood on the same unshakable ground.

Grady, thoroughly rebuffed, looked stricken. His gaze darted to Sylvie for support.

Sylvie stood rooted in place, struggling to maintain her composure, but the slight tremble of her lips nearly betrayed her. She couldn't believe Mr. Ferguson had stepped up as a witness. Did that mean he'd known about Elodie all along? Why had he never mentioned it? Sylvie had never managed to grasp even a hint of Elodie's real abilities.

And now, these few published essays were enough to leave her inwardly reeling. What if Elodie were given more time-how far could she go?

Sylvie forced herself to steady her breathing. She refused to let herself lose composure in public, repeating silently: It's just a few papers... When it comes to practical research, to real innovation, Elodie might not be her match.

as if it could shield her from the

tapped his watch and finally rose to his feet. He looked at Elodie, and for the first time, acknowledged

her on her newfound recognition or on finally shaking off the suspicion, it was hard to say.

looked up at him. Jarrod's gaze was calm and clear-no hint of scandal, just a polite, almost amused smile as he spoke. She nodded, keeping her response measured. With so many eyes on them, she wanted

crept in, impossible to ignore. Watching Elodie bask in the spotlight, Sylvie could do nothing but stand

in fueling any further drama. Yet, thanks to

No one would dare question her

to talk to her, desperate for advice and inspiration. The

@

felt accessible-someone

instantly surrounded by a sea of

sight. He stayed close, occasionally stepping in to shield

students asked, she offered thoughtful,

the hall, then nodded toward Charlie and the cluster of distinguished guests he was chatting