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."

earned

name recognition that resonated beyond

someone made some extraordinary contribution or had already reached the top, who really

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

she couldn't wrap her head around was something else entirely. "Back in the conference room, you said

gotten involved in

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

knew Sylvie

a sharp memory. She could recall all the crucial points from his lectures-and even

the twists and turns, but Waldron's

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

waved her off and strode

go, frowning

up for Sylvie in front of everyone today, things got even more complicated. Him getting involved only makes

his neck out for Sylvie like

did Mr. Ferguson

happened to see my data when she went to see him? The