How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 419

Grady immediately caught the implication behind Alexander’s words, and he didn’t care for Alexander’s speculative tone. Shooting a sardonic glance at Elodie—who’d just been dismissed by Waldron—he drawled, “Ms. Fielding recently submitted a first-author paper to Nature’s top tier. If we’re talking about hard work, it seems someone else could use the lesson.”

He didn’t name names, but everyone in the room knew exactly who he was talking about.

Naylor, leaning against a nearby table, frowned slightly at Grady. He seemed surprisingly protective of Sylvie.

Were they really that close?

Sylvie, of course, understood the not-so-subtle subtext in Grady’s words.

In just a few minutes, Elodie had been both slighted by Waldron and then put down by Grady, unable to muster a single retort.

After all, facts were facts.

Yet, as for Elodie, the whole exchange left her feeling like a frog at the bottom of a well—unable to discuss the ocean with those who’d never seen it.

She didn’t bother to react, not giving Grady the satisfaction of a response. She simply turned and left, determined not to dignify his insinuations with any attention.

Alexander could only shake his head. “You published two major papers five years ago. If those years hadn’t been lost, this wouldn’t just be your third. And now they’re bragging about a single paper as if it’s a revelation.”

Sylvie’s latest achievement had landed at precisely the same time as Elodie’s third publication—what a stroke of irony.

But perhaps it was for the best. Maybe this would finally show the other side what a real paradigm shift looked like.

Especially since, most likely, they’d had Mr. Ferguson’s guidance. That didn’t compare to Elodie’s solo accomplishment.

Even five years ago, Elodie’s work would have been difficult for Sylvie to fully grasp, let alone now, when Elodie had clearly leveled up yet again.

Elodie herself felt nothing in particular. Life wasn’t meant to be lived without any margin for error. She didn’t regret those lost years, nor did she see any point in agonizing over what couldn’t be changed.

Giving your heart to something wasn’t a mistake—the real mistake was persisting in the wrong direction. She was simply grateful that, at last, she was working in the field she truly loved.

Elodie glanced around the summit. Even government officials were in attendance.

Eldrion Global wasn’t your average corporation; naturally, the stakes were much higher.