How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 127

Elodie paused, her hand hovering midair as she glanced sideways.

Sylvie strode over, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Do you think this is some kind of toy? You can't just handle things here without permission. These are the result of years of hard work by our researchers."

Elodie met her accusatory gaze, acutely aware of the curious, judgmental stares suddenly turning her way.

Only then did her brow knit, ever so slightly.

Grady joined them, his expression darkening. "Unbelievable. Didn't anyone tell you when you arrived? Everything here is strictly for observation unless you have specific authorization and an expert supervising you."

How could she be so reckless? So disrespectful!

She was nothing like Sylvie—refined, poised, worldly.

Even Naylor, usually calm, looked unusually grave.

He'd grown up on military bases, raised with an iron sense of discipline, well aware of the strict regulations at the research facility.

U.N2 was military-grade, after all.

If someone clueless triggered the wrong mechanism, the consequences could be catastrophic.

This Elodie—did she have no sense of respect or caution at all?

His gaze hardened as he spoke, his words chosen carefully. "Ms. Thorne, even if you're unfamiliar with the protocols, you should exercise restraint. Ms. Fielding is right; it's about respect for the developers and an understanding of the work they've put in. Since you're here with Mr. Sterling, I'm simply reminding you out of courtesy—nothing more."

Even if she wasn't an expert, Elodie could have at least tried to match Ms. Fielding's composure.

Naylor had watched U.N2 go from prototype to mass production. The last thing he wanted was for someone ignorant to show it such disregard.

Elodie hadn't expected to land in such an awkward situation.

Their eyes were heavy with criticism, calling out her "recklessness."

Yet she felt no anger, no embarrassment.

In some ways, they weren't wrong. Ordinary people really shouldn't touch these things.

But… she of all people had a reason to be at ease. She knew the U.N2 inside and out; she'd built it herself.