How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 333

Alexander had come along today just for her. As they got out of the car, he gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. “You’re Elodie, remember? Back in the day, every teacher in town fought to have you in their class. Don’t be nervous, alright?”

He was here for one reason: to bring Elodie, to stand with her at this turning point in her life.

A few years ago, she’d given up on herself far too soon. Now, she finally had a chance to step back onto a stage that belonged to her. More than anything, Alexander hoped that from this day forward, Elodie’s life would be filled with nothing but pride and purpose.

Elodie, for her part, wasn’t nervous at all—just quietly thoughtful.

“Want me to come in with you?” Alexander’s tone softened, which was rare for him. Verdant University was his alma mater; he’d arranged ahead of time to visit campus. If Elodie was anxious, he’d walk in with her.

She shook her head, a small smile on her lips. “I’m not a kid anymore, you know.”

“You really came?”

The voice came abruptly from off to the side—Maurice.

Elodie and Alexander both looked up.

Two other cars had already pulled up nearby.

Sylvie stepped out of Jarrod’s car. When she spotted Elodie, her expression stayed neutral, but a flash of mockery flickered in her eyes.

Joseph was there too. His gaze lingered on Elodie’s face a moment longer than necessary. He’d heard Elodie would be here for the assessment today, and honestly, he’d shown up just to see if he’d run into her. Of course, he was also hoping things would work out in her favor.

Noticing his stare, Elodie met Joseph’s eyes. He gave her a polite nod, his expression relaxed and unexpectedly gentle.

She returned the nod, equally polite.

Jarrod was off to the side, taking an important call. As Elodie glanced over, he happened to look up too—their eyes met briefly across the distance.

Elodie had always known Sylvie fit right in with this crowd. On a day like today, everyone was here to cheer Sylvie on. She really did look the part of the group’s princess—center of attention, surrounded by well-wishers.