How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 359

She didn’t spare Naylor so much as a glance.

Nor did she offer him any comforting “I forgive you” in response to his awkward apology.

A tightness welled up in Naylor’s chest. He stared at her profile for a long moment, and for the first time in his life, understood just how hard it could be to ask someone for a favor.

Klein let out a sigh of relief, a flicker of gratitude toward Elodie crossing his face. “You’ve put up with a lot, Elodie. If this kid does anything else out of line, I’ll handle it myself. I’ll apologize on his behalf too. And if anything comes up in the future, you can always come to me.”

Alexander arched an eyebrow, his mind racing as he quickly raised his glass in a toast to Klein. “You’re being too kind, sir. If VistaLink Technologies has the chance to do Mr. Whitaker a favor, it’s our privilege—especially where Elodie’s reputation is at stake. Clearing things up today was simply the right thing to do, not meant to cause any unpleasantness. I hope you’ll understand.”

Klein caught the meaning in Alexander’s words, pointing at him with a laugh. “You’re a sharp one, aren’t you?”

Just like that, the matter was smoothed over—everyone walked away with their dignity intact.

Glasses clinked.

The ordeal was finally over.

Elodie eased off, her sharpness fading as she returned to her usual gentle, unruffled self.

She hadn’t come here to cause a scene. With Klein’s status, pushing things too far would have accomplished nothing. By airing her grievance but then letting it go and showing Klein some respect, she actually ensured the Whitaker family owed her a favor.

Charlie, on the other hand, seemed genuinely angry. He didn’t touch his food, and when Klein and Naylor got up to leave, he couldn’t even be bothered to come out and see them off.

Klein realized he’d probably offended the old man with the stubborn streak.

He’d have to find another way to make it up to him some other day.

As they stepped out of the Sterling family’s home, Naylor was still reeling when Klein suddenly kicked him hard in the shin. “If you can’t keep your mouth shut from now on, don’t bother telling anyone you’re my son!”

Naylor had been stewing all evening. Now, with that sharp kick, he could only sigh in exasperation. “Well, you’re not exactly young enough to have another kid anyway, are you?”

Klein glared at him.

Naylor quickly changed the subject. “Dad, I’ve been wondering—how did you know Elodie was married? Do you know who her husband is?”

He also found it odd how polite his father was with Elodie—sometimes even making small talk with her, which was anything but typical for him. Naylor knew his father’s temperament, and this was unusual.

Maybe it was because Mr. Sterling had taken Elodie on as a protégé?

But even so, that was no reason for his father to treat her with such courtesy.