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 say so

and

her way

with several of

out, "Mr. Silverstein, why don't you stand next

in

heard it too. She lifted her gaze, and Jarrod looked over

carefully blank, though inside,

public, and then the speculation about

shift everyone's attention in

before Elodie could respond,

calm,

"No need, thanks. I'll stay out of the

Jarrod had refused.

only

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

had stolen the spotlight, but Jarrod hadn't

the academic setting. Maybe he didn't want to hurt Sylvie's feelings, didn't

found a way to dodge the public display and

too, noticed

every emotion-afraid