How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 485

Waldron shot Elodie a sharp, disapproving look, then turned on his heel and

walked away without another word. He never bothered hiding his disdain for her- not even for a moment.

"What did Mr. Ferguson say this time?" Alexander strolled over, concern flickering across his face.

Elodie just shook her head. "Nothing new. Mr. Ferguson hasn't changed a bit."

He always looked at her like she was more a nuisance than a colleague.

Alexander let out a resigned sigh. It had been years, yet Mr. Ferguson still couldn't let things go when it came to Elodie.

Elodie lingered on campus for a while longer. There was a dinner planned later, serving as a bridge for academic discussion. The senior faculty all seemed eager to speak with her.

She didn't decline-energy permitting, she wanted to seize the chance. After all, it was a rare privilege to meet so many esteemed figures in her field on the same night. It would certainly pave the way for her in the future.

Originally, the dean had invited Jarrod to the dinner, but there was no mention of Sylvie. Jarrod turned down the invitation, claiming a sudden obligation. He quietly left with Sylvie, keeping a low profile.

Understandably so-Sylvie had lost both face and favor today, and she seemed shaken by the experience.

Later, as the event wore on, Alexander showed Elodie something on his phone-a tweet from Patricia. To her astonishment, Patricia had retweeted a post from Verdant University, celebrating the conference. Her caption read: "Ms. Thorne is a true treasure of our field, quietly dedicated and exceptionally gifted. Comparing her to Ms. Fielding only exposes the latter's mediocrity!"

Elodie was taken aback. Patricia already knew about what had happened at Verdant University? And she'd chosen to support Elodie publicly?

Patricia had a substantial following—her artistry and striking looks drew plenty of attention, so her endorsement carried weight. And the shade thrown at Sylvie was sharp enough to sting.

Overnight, Elodie's name was all over the Verdant University student forums, her reputation skyrocketing.

"Miss Aldridge doesn't hold anything back, does she? That's...

as day. Born into privilege, Patricia had never been one to worry about saving

to Patricia's influence. Old gossip about Sylvie was dredged up, and she was publicly humiliated once

personality is... fiery," she admitted, at a loss for

in his tone. "What matters is that Sylvie was

was undeniably talented-her recent paper was excellent, standing head and shoulders above her peers. But

find excuses to undermine her. For someone who'd coasted on arrogance for so long, that

had brought

to take care of. Will you be alright on your

well. She nodded, managing a polite smile. "Of course. Thank you for skipping out on dinner with the faculty

Get some rest," Jarrod said, his voice gentle. "Don't let it

Something in his reassurance

had been bottling up. She reminded herself her battle with Elodie wasn't limited to academic papers. Atleast Jarrod was unaffected by the

I don't let things like this bother me. Everyone has their strengths.

betraying none of

to be the kind of woman who lost control

"Alright. I'll see

out of the car, she

her expression finally

face set in a cold,

a message to her phone. Seeing

wasn't just

old scandal about her so-called

grip on her phone tightened. Of course she