How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 327

Elodie’s voice was calm.

It sounded like a casual remark, nothing more—there wasn’t a trace of sharpness in her tone.

Selma’s smile froze for a split second. The question was so direct, it felt like there was no right way to answer. Even Sylvie’s expression tensed, though she still had no intention of responding to Elodie. Whether she planned to apply to grad school, or if Dr. Sterling’s spot was reserved for her, had nothing to do with Elodie. Why should she bother with an outsider?

Jarrod spun a metal lighter between his fingers, glancing over at Elodie, who looked especially slight standing in the night breeze.

Grady, however, gave her a second look. “Why do you care?” he asked, sounding almost amused. “Everybody knows Dr. Sterling hasn’t taken on a student in years. Ms. Fielding just got back to the country and suddenly there’s a spot available—what’s there to guess?”

Selma managed to recover, forcing a smile. “It doesn’t matter. Sylvie prefers to earn her place on merit. That way, it’s all aboveboard.”

“So,” Elodie replied, eyes narrowing, “does Dr. Sterling know about this? Has he ever said he wants Ms. Fielding as his student?”

She wasn’t backing down—she wanted a clear answer. And she knew full well that Selma and her little circle couldn’t give her one.

Selma’s smile faded. “You seem awfully interested in Sylvie’s plans, Elodie.”

That caught everyone’s attention. Even Mr. Ableson and the handful of executives nearby paused their conversation to look Elodie’s way.

Elodie pulled her coat tighter around her, her expression unchanged. “Not really,” she said coolly. “It’s just a coincidence—”

“I’m planning to apply for Dr. Sterling’s graduate program, too.”

The words dropped like a stone into a still pond. For a moment, there was dead silence.