How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 241

She graduated at the top of her class.

Had it been otherwise—if she’d really gone ahead and married Jarrod—Mr. Charlie Sterling might not have gotten so angry he needed blood pressure medication.

But truthfully, back in her college days, the Harcourt family couldn’t have cared less, and after she married into the Silverstein family, they never paid much attention either. All they ever seemed to know was that she, like her uncle Emile, had studied physics.

A field, in their eyes, of little value to the family business.

Once she was married, her worth seemed to boil down to just one thing: when she’d finally provide an heir for the Silversteins.

And eventually, even that was subject to review—her intelligence had to be “qualified” before she could be trusted with the task of carrying on the family line.

Freya was genuinely stunned.

From her perspective, physics was already one of the toughest majors out there. And Elodie had taken on another at the same time?

She couldn’t help herself. “And the other one—?”

“There’s a lot to consider,” Elodie replied, skipping Freya’s unfinished question. “Given your health, I’d honestly recommend you focus on computer science.”

She spoke with focus, laying out the pros and cons, and explaining the different factors that came with each path.

Freya found herself drawn in, listening more and more intently.

Her admiration grew, fierce and bright.

They talked until the conversation had run its course.

That’s when Joseph arrived. He noticed how animated Freya and Elodie were—his lips curled into a slight smile before he stepped over.

“Ms. Thorne.” He took a seat beside Freya.

Elodie acknowledged him with a polite nod.

“There are still some things I need to take care of at VistaLink Technologies, so I should be heading back,” Elodie said. She had covered everything she wanted to tell Freya; the rest was up to her.

Joseph pressed his lips together, then slid a small, elegantly wrapped box toward her. “I heard your birthday was the day before yesterday. I know I’m a little late, but—happy birthday.”