How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 485

Waldron shot Elodie a sharp, disapproving look, then turned on his heel and walked away without another word. He never bothered hiding his disdain for her—not even for a moment.

“What did Mr. Ferguson say this time?” Alexander strolled over, concern flickering across his face.

Elodie just shook her head. “Nothing new. Mr. Ferguson hasn’t changed a bit.”

He always looked at her like she was more a nuisance than a colleague.

Alexander let out a resigned sigh. It had been years, yet Mr. Ferguson still couldn’t let things go when it came to Elodie.

Elodie lingered on campus for a while longer. There was a dinner planned later, serving as a bridge for academic discussion. The senior faculty all seemed eager to speak with her.

She didn’t decline—energy permitting, she wanted to seize the chance. After all, it was a rare privilege to meet so many esteemed figures in her field on the same night. It would certainly pave the way for her in the future.

Originally, the dean had invited Jarrod to the dinner, but there was no mention of Sylvie. Jarrod turned down the invitation, claiming a sudden obligation. He quietly left with Sylvie, keeping a low profile.

Understandably so—Sylvie had lost both face and favor today, and she seemed shaken by the experience.

Later, as the event wore on, Alexander showed Elodie something on his phone—a tweet from Patricia. To her astonishment, Patricia had retweeted a post from Verdant University, celebrating the conference. Her caption read: “Ms. Thorne is a true treasure of our field, quietly dedicated and exceptionally gifted. Comparing her to Ms. Fielding only exposes the latter’s mediocrity!”

Elodie was taken aback. Patricia already knew about what had happened at Verdant University? And she’d chosen to support Elodie publicly?

Patricia had a substantial following—her artistry and striking looks drew plenty of attention, so her endorsement carried weight. And the shade thrown at Sylvie was sharp enough to sting.

Overnight, Elodie’s name was all over the Verdant University student forums, her reputation skyrocketing.

Alexander couldn’t help but chuckle. “Miss Aldridge doesn’t hold anything back, does she? That’s… impressive.”

Her likes and dislikes were plain as day. Born into privilege, Patricia had never been one to worry about saving face for others, and her sarcasm toward Sylvie was merciless.

What had started as a campus incident was now spreading far beyond, thanks to Patricia’s influence. Old gossip about Sylvie was dredged up, and she was publicly humiliated once more.

Elodie found it almost funny. “Her personality is… fiery,” she admitted, at a loss for a better word. Patricia seemed more outraged on her behalf than she was herself.

“Doesn’t matter,” Alexander said, satisfaction clear in his tone. “What matters is that Sylvie was completely outplayed today.”

Sylvie was undeniably talented—her recent paper was excellent, standing head and shoulders above her peers. But she lost because her opponent was Elodie.

After tonight, Alexander was sure Sylvie’s entire outlook would shift. She could no longer dismiss Elodie or find excuses to undermine her. For someone who’d coasted on arrogance for so long, that had to be agonizing.

Meanwhile, Jarrod had brought Sylvie home.

Glancing at his watch, he said, “I’ve got some things to take care of. Will you be alright on your own?”

Sylvie was in a foul mood, but she hid it well. She nodded, managing a polite smile. “Of course. Thank you for skipping out on dinner with the faculty just to bring me home.”