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?

pulled out and forced into direct comparison with Elodie in

she'd ever say so

faint nod, she excused herself and looked around for Jarrod, hoping for

she made her way across

conversation with several of the event's most

Silverstein, why don't

in her

heard it too. She lifted her gaze, and Jarrod

kept her expression carefully blank, though inside, she recoiled at

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

everyone's attention in exactly the

Elodie could respond, a

calm,

"No need, thanks. I'll stay out of the picture. You all go

Jarrod had refused.

Elodie as she turned, only to see Sylvie standing not

Sylvie heard Jarrod's response, her expression softened-if only for

the spotlight, but Jarrod hadn't even

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

the public display and still leave

noticed Sylvie and

Sylvie's every emotion-afraid she'd get