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?

into direct comparison with Elodie in front of

ever say so

she excused herself and looked around

she made her way

conversation with several of the event's

called out, "Mr. Silverstein, why don't you stand next to Ms. Thorne

froze in

it too. She lifted her gaze, and

though inside,

this kind of situation; the group photo would inevitably be made public, and then the speculation about her and Jarrod would spiral

everyone's attention

respond, a y voice

calm,

thanks. I'll stay out of the picture. You all

Jarrod had refused.

turned, only to see Sylvie standing not

Sylvie heard Jarrod's response, her expression softened-if only for a second-before she

stolen the spotlight, but Jarrod hadn't even spared her

eyes met, Elodie finally understood: maybe Jarrod's refusal wasn't just about the academic setting. Maybe he didn't want to hurt Sylvie's feelings,

way to dodge the public display and still

noticed

with Sylvie's every emotion-afraid she'd get