Of the Miss Lyra stories I have ever read, perhaps the most impressive one is How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue. The story is too good, leaving me with many doubts. Currently, the manga has been translated to Chapter 572. Let's read the author's How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue Miss Lyra story right here.
When she got back in the car, the call still wouldn’t go through.
Sylvie stared at the phone screen for what felt like ages. Something inside her—some certainty—was beginning to unravel. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and though cold sweat broke out across her brow, she kept trying to dial.
Maybe… maybe he just hadn’t seen it yet?
She tried again. And again. The same endless cycle.
No answer. Not even a hint that he meant to pick up.
Bit by bit, the color drained from Sylvie’s face. All at once, she hurled the phone onto the passenger seat, then slumped forward, resting her head against the steering wheel.
She stayed like that for a long time.
Her mind was a tangled mess. Everything she’d believed in was crumbling, but she still refused to accept it.
What was Elodie really after in all this? Her only gain was drawing Jarrod’s attention, clinging to him with that new identity—whatever it took to keep him close. Chances were, Jarrod was already caught in her web.
Just like her mother had warned.
Elodie was even more shameless than Sylvie had imagined.
Eventually, Sylvie managed to compose herself. She hadn’t wanted to bother Jarrod before, but now it was clear—some things couldn’t be left alone any longer.
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Elodie, meanwhile, knew nothing of Sylvie’s situation. She only knew that, as one of the alleged victims, she’d have to cooperate with the ongoing investigation.
As Detective Waldron had said, this case was different. The procedures would be thorough, no way around it.
As for Elodie’s own circumstances…
It was obvious: word was starting to get around. Even the older matriarch and the rest of the Silverstein family had caught wind of the news, despite living most of the year abroad. Calls came in, one after another.
Elodie had just finished a meeting when her grandmother phoned.
“Grandma?” she answered.
Her grandmother sounded surprised—delighted, even, though she tried to hide it. “Darling, why have you never told me about your past? I heard about your competition from your great-aunt, not you! The Silverstein family really is blessed.”
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