How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 561

Grady pressed his lips together, knowing full well how offensive his words would sound. But as he looked at Sylvie standing there, he decided he couldn't care less about politeness and spoke bluntly: "One of the judges is Elodie's mentor. Who's to say the scoring is fair? For all we know... maybe she didn't even write or develop this herself."

That accusation landed with a thud.

No one could pretend not to understand what he was implying.

He might as well have slapped a "backroom favoritism" label right across Elodie's face.

It was a bucket of filth hurled without warning-one that threatened not only her but the integrity of the entire academic board.

In the middle of this prestigious open competition, the atmosphere suddenly tightened to a breaking point.

Only then did Jarrod glance sidelong at Grady.

Naylor let out a cold laugh. "Mr. Mercer, have you lost your mind? Are you questioning Elodie, the committee, or the fairness of the entire process?"

He was just as surprised by Elodie's abilities as anyone.

But in a competition like this, he couldn't stand by and watch someone smear another's reputation for personal gain.

Patricia arched an eyebrow at Jarrod, her tone layered with meaning. "What about you, Mr. Silverstein—any thoughts?"

Jarrod didn't bother turning to look at her. He simply raised his eyes and replied, "Then perhaps we should make some of the technical details public, and let everyone judge for themselves."

At that, Sylvie pressed her lips together, suddenly silent.

looked straight at Sylvie, her eyes frosted over. "If you're still

was tantamount to

skipped

even a small part of the code could mean overhauling the entire

fixed her eyes on Elodie and said, "That's meaningless. What I question, Ms.

That accusation-

let out a

had

do look similar," Alexander murmured, frowning at the numbers. Even he found it hard to

Even Klein's face changed.

the technical details could easily walk away with a skewed impression of Elodie after hearing this. And with some of the competition broadcast online, if Elodie couldn't clear her name, this stain would follow

be her mentor. Doubts about the origin of her code. Now, accusations that her

was

today, she'd never be able to hold

in the field again-she might even be

are you willing

cold sweat broke out down Sylvie's

at this point, there was

had happened. Now, all she could do was gamble

hadn't gotten in trouble, if Selma hadn't gotten

wouldn't be this

had no other way

risks to her actions today,