How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 437

Elodie and Alexander booked their return flights.

This trip had been an eye-opener for Elodie; she felt her mind expanding with new ideas and couldn’t wait to get back and discuss the feasibility of her thoughts with the professors at the institute.

She also had a clearer sense now of how different countries approached technological innovation.

On their way home, they didn’t run into Jarrod or his group again.

The moment Elodie set foot back in Eldermere, she headed straight for the Sterling estate.

She barely noticed the exhaustion from her long flight; adrenaline fueled her, as if the sheer thrill of scientific discovery could override her body’s need for rest.

But when Charlie caught sight of Elodie’s pale face, he frowned and waved her off. “Go look in a mirror—see what you look like? Get some sleep first, then come find me when you’re human again.”

Unceremoniously, Charlie shooed her off to her old room to rest.

Alexander gave Charlie a thumbs-up as Elodie trudged away.

She didn’t sleep long, but as soon as she woke, she launched into her stream of ideas with Charlie.

Charlie was a fantastic mentor, always able to pinpoint exactly where she was stumbling and offer just the right nudge.

Elodie was the kind of student who only needed a hint—she never required lengthy explanations.

By the end of their conversation, Charlie finally commented, “I’ve heard a bit about Waldron. Don’t bother with him. Ignore him and he’ll give up soon enough.”

Running off to give technical advice at Neural Intelligence—did he really have nothing better to do?

Elodie didn’t mention that Jarrod had been the one to invite Charlie to help Sylvie. She simply nodded in agreement.

She didn’t linger long at the Sterling estate. There was still her own home to return to—her plants would be thirsty by now.

She had barely arrived home when her grandmother’s name flashed on her phone.