How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 331

It wasn’t surprising they thought that way—the gates of the Sterling family estate were shut tight, leaving Elodie stranded outside, her face etched with disappointment and worry. The reason was obvious to anyone watching.

That was something new.

“Didn’t see Mr. Sterling either,” Sylvie remarked, leaning back in her seat and turning away from the window. There was a hint of cheerfulness in her tone, as if the misfortune amused her.

Even Alexander can’t fix this one, can he?

Maurice clicked his tongue. “If Elodie can’t even get through the front door, Mr. Sterling must be pretty unhappy with her. And if she’s still hoping to pull some strings, he’ll probably toss her out even harder.”

He was genuinely puzzled.

Why on earth had Elodie impulsively declared, in front of everyone, that she’d apply for Dr. Sterling’s graduate program?

Now she was stuck—neither able to advance nor retreat.

Sylvie’s lips curved in a detached smile. “Who knows?”

But for all her nonchalance, she knew Maurice had a point.

Elodie couldn’t even set foot on Sterling property. Mr. Sterling had never thought much of her academic abilities.

Elodie had simply spent too much time around Alexander, and somewhere along the way, she’d started to believe she was good enough.

Now she was chasing a pipe dream, thinking she could become Dr. Sterling’s graduate student.

To anyone truly dedicated to academic research, Elodie’s half-hearted attitude was deeply irritating.

Maurice glanced over at Jarrod. “Looks like she’s hit a wall. Should we be charitable and give her a lift?”

Jarrod didn’t even look up from his laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen, showing no interest in the Sterling estate as they drove past.

His tone was cold. “You want to get out and give her your seat?”

Clearly, he had no intention of helping Elodie.

Sylvie couldn’t help but laugh at Jarrod’s response.

“Maurice, that’s on you. She’s already been embarrassed enough. If we show up now, won’t that just make her feel worse?” Sylvie crossed her legs, raising an eyebrow as she spoke.

Maurice gave another click of his tongue. “You always notice these things. Good point.”

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Sylvie stopped by the hospital.

Selma had come back after her art exhibition. She was so worried about her health that even when nothing seemed wrong, she’d have the nurses run extra checks, just in case.

But what really lingered on her mind was Elodie’s talk of grad school.

She couldn’t help but ask, “What do you think she’s up to? Has she got something else planned?”

“No,” Sylvie answered, setting her purse on the sofa, her expression cool and proud. “I saw her get turned away by the Sterlings today. It was humiliating.”

Selma’s lips curled in amusement. “So Elodie just said all that to save face. With so many people watching, she wanted to put on a show. Alexander might get swept up by her looks, but Charlie certainly won’t.”

Sylvie agreed. She’d never seen Elodie as a threat. Elodie didn’t even qualify as a real opponent.

Still.

Sylvie glanced over at Selma. “Your paintings—all good?”

Selma knew exactly what she meant. She smoothed her blouse and shrugged dismissively. “That’s all ancient history. Winifred’s been gone for years. You think she’ll rise from the grave to come after me?”

Sylvie didn’t comment, and let the matter drop.