How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 329

Elodie made a trip back to the old Rosemary estate.

The old lady was in great spirits, bustling around the kitchen to whip up several dishes—all of Elodie’s favorites.

By the time their conversation began, Elodie’s plate was already stacked high, a mountain of food she couldn’t help but laugh at. Still, she didn’t want to disappoint Rosemary. Even though her appetite wasn’t what it used to be, she made an effort to taste everything, bite by bite.

After the meal, Elodie stayed to chat with Rosemary for a while, then decided to spend the night.

She pulled out the books she’d planned to read, diving right back into her studies without missing a beat. She was nothing if not methodical: efficient, organized, always finding time to work on her research papers.

Charlie would occasionally drop in to check her progress, which only made Elodie more diligent.

The disaster relief project proposal she was responsible for would take time to develop and prove. Even her downtime was squeezed dry, leaving little room for leisure.

Monday arrived.

Just after wrapping up a meeting on mechanical structure design, Esmeralda burst into Elodie’s office, grabbed a bottle of sparkling water from the fridge, and sprawled out on the sofa. She chugged down half the bottle in one go, finally cooling off a little.

“You’ll never guess who I saw at a gala last night,” she announced. “The Mercer family was invited, and who walks in but Sylvie and her mother. They’re already rubbing elbows with the social elite, acting like they own the place!”

Elodie set down her pen and looked up. “You didn’t get into any trouble, did you?”

Esmeralda pointed at herself. “Me? I kept my cool. But honestly, Jarrod is playing the game well. He organized a solo exhibition for Selma, personally invited all the industry bigwigs, and now he’s helping the Fielding family climb the ranks. The man is nothing if not thorough.”