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.

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

had never been one to worry about saving face

now spreading far beyond, thanks to Patricia's influence. Old gossip about Sylvie was dredged up, and she

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

satisfaction clear in his tone. "What matters is that

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

no longer dismiss Elodie or find excuses to undermine her.

Jarrod had

his watch, he said, "I've got some things to take care of. Will you be alright on

but she hid it well. She nodded, managing a polite smile. "Of course. Thank you for skipping out on dinner with the faculty just to bring

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

Something in his reassurance

Elodie wasn't limited to academic papers. Atleast Jarrod

their strengths. Objectively, I

none of her

the kind of woman who lost control and lashed

I'll see you

Sylvie stepped out of the car, she

expression finally darkened. She walked

set in a

to her phone. Seeing Patricia's post,

wasn't just

sides-the comments section was now digging up an old scandal about her so-called "forced engagement," filling the thread with biting ridicule and venomous

grip on her phone tightened. Of course she was