How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 312

To Sylvie, the scene unfolding before her was almost unbelievable.

Klein didn’t hesitate for even a second—his intention was clear as he strode purposefully toward Elodie.

A man of Klein’s stature never goes out of his way to show deference to others. Normally, people would be lining up for the honor of being acknowledged by him, hoping for even a moment in his presence.

But this time, Klein was the one introducing himself to Elodie.

Sylvie felt a sudden, inexplicable sinking in her chest.

By all rights, if someone like Elodie was faced with such a rare opportunity, she’d be the one making the effort, eager to cultivate the connection. Yet now, the roles had reversed.

Sylvie’s brow furrowed deeply. She couldn’t make sense of it for the moment.

Just then, Jarrod finished his phone call and walked over.

His dark, thoughtful eyes also took in the scene unfolding nearby.

Klein seemed to be in a very good mood as he approached Elodie and offered his hand with surprising warmth.

Elodie met him with calm composure, her expression polite and unassuming as she shook his hand.

Sylvie pressed her lips together, dismissively turning her gaze away. She looked up at Jarrod and said, “Jarrod, Mr. Whitaker didn’t say much to me—he went over to speak with that group instead.”

She made no mention of Elodie’s name.

After all, why bother bringing up someone on the sidelines?

Jarrod watched the gathering, his deep-set eyes betraying nothing.

Sylvie frowned slightly, then added, “Doesn’t it seem a little odd to you too?”

But before Jarrod could answer, Alexander could be seen making his way toward Elodie.

Suddenly, the puzzle pieces started to fall into place—the tense scene from earlier now made a bit more sense.

Klein and Alexander knew each other. If Alexander wanted to introduce Elodie to the higher-ups, of course Klein would oblige him. It wasn’t recognition Elodie had earned on her own.

Sylvie allowed herself a small, tight smile and refrained from saying anything further.

Jarrod slipped a hand casually into his pocket, his gaze lingering on Elodie as she conversed effortlessly with Klein. She was poised, her eyes warm yet reserved, her smile subtle—gracious, but always maintaining a certain distance.

Even when speaking to someone of Klein’s rank, she remained perfectly composed.