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."

field ever earned this much attention

only Waldron himself and Charlie had name recognition that

someone made some extraordinary contribution or had already reached the

person of

around was something else entirely. "Back in the conference room, you said you knew the story

Waldron gotten involved in the

personal choice. One stray thought can make all the difference between good and evil.

told, Waldron knew Sylvie had real

recall all the crucial points from his lectures-and even

all the twists and turns, but Waldron's reaction

being handled at a higher level," he added, glancing at his watch, his face still frosty. "It's a complicated

she understood just waved her off and strode away, as cantankerous as

go, frowning a

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

his neck out for Sylvie like

did Mr. Ferguson say?"

But it's odd-Sylvie just happened to see my data when she