How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 484

Those words were brutally blunt.

It felt like an invisible slap across Sylvie's face, leaving her cheeks burning.

Who would have thought that, one day, Elodie would actually surpass her?

She couldn't accept such an absurd turn of events.

Even Grady's expression flickered between shades of embarrassment and anger.

Just then, the editor was called away by someone across the room and quickly turned to leave.

Grady scowled deeply, then finally looked at Sylvie. "I'm sorry. Did I mess things up?"

If only he hadn't jumped in to defend Sylvie out of sympathy-would things have gone differently?

Sylvie silently tried to steady her chaotic emotions, her face nearly

expressionless. “I know you were just trying to stand up for me, Mr. Mercer. It's

fine."

But she couldn't deny the lingering sense of frustration.

How had Grady managed to make such a mess of things?

out and forced into direct comparison with

that she'd ever

herself and looked

she made her

deep in conversation with several of the event's

don't you stand next to Ms.

froze in her

too. She lifted her gaze, and Jarrod looked

her expression carefully blank, though inside, she recoiled

the group photo would inevitably be made public, and then the speculation about her and Jarrod would

just shift everyone's attention

could respond,

calm,

out of the picture. You all

Jarrod had refused.

Elodie as she turned, only to see Sylvie standing

moment Sylvie heard Jarrod's response, her expression softened-if only for a second-before she shot Elodie a cold, cutting

the spotlight, but Jarrod

their eyes met, Elodie finally understood: maybe Jarrod's refusal wasn't just about the academic setting. Maybe he

public display and

too, noticed Sylvie and

really was careful with Sylvie's every emotion-afraid she'd get jealous over