How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 568

Waldron didn't hurry off today. Instead, he lingered, greeting people here and there. He seemed to be in reasonably good spirits—unlike his usual self, cold- faced and brisk, sending people away without the slightest courtesy.

When Elodie approached, Waldron had just finished dismissing another cluster of well-wishers.

He spotted her, let out a sharp huff, and started down the hallway with his hands clasped behind his back.

Elodie fell in step beside him.

Waldron's assistant trailed just behind, intercepting anyone who tried to come over for a chat with a polite but firm refusal.

"Would you have a moment to speak with me?" Elodie asked, knowing full well that Waldron was, in his own way, granting her an audience.

He turned his head and gave her a sidelong glance. "These days, Elodie, you're quite the star. Plenty of people are lining up, hoping for a word. Do you really need my permission?"

Elodie fell silent. That sharp tongue of Mr. Ferguson's always unyielding.

But she took it in stride, keeping her tone respectful. "You're too kind. I have to admit, I didn't expect today's spectacle either."

Waldron finally began descending the steps, his pace unhurried, his tone far from warm. “Well, after today, your path will be smooth as glass. In the world of research, you're in a league of your own now."

their field ever earned this much attention

had name recognition that resonated beyond their immediate

unless someone made some extraordinary contribution or had already reached the

would be a person of interest-everyone curious about what heights she might reach

was something else entirely. "Back in the conference room, you said you knew the story behind Sylvie's situation. What did you mean

Waldron gotten involved in the first

not much to say. These things come down to personal choice. One stray thought can make all the difference between good and evil. If her heart had been in the right place, she'd never

told, Waldron knew Sylvie had

was a quick study, with a sharp memory. She could recall all the crucial points from his lectures-and even apply them. He'd never denied her talent

didn't quite grasp all the twists and turns, but Waldron's reaction seemed almost calm. He certainly

watch, his face still frosty. "It's a complicated mess,

to see if she understood just waved her off and strode away, as

go, frowning

shoulder. "Esmeralda's dealing with her brother's mess, and Grady-well, after he spoke up for

to stick his neck out for Sylvie like

Ferguson say?" Alexander

detail. But it's odd-Sylvie just happened to see my data when she went to see him? The timing