How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 415

Esmeralda immediately switched topics. “Didn’t you just submit your paper? I actually heard some inside news from a friend—turns out Sylvie finally finished hers as well. And rumor has it she submitted to the same top-tier journal. Isn’t that a coincidence?”

Elodie had known that Sylvie had been desperate to get an academician to review her work. Now, suddenly, the paper was done.

And to a top journal, no less?

“I just asked Alex,” Esmeralda continued. “Alex said Sylvie has a real knack for grabbing attention. Her reputation’s been iffy lately, so if she can pull off a solid academic achievement right now, it’s perfect timing.”

Elodie thought for a moment.

She’d only just met with Professor Waldron a few days ago, and now Sylvie’s paper was finished.

Chances were… Mr. Ferguson had helped?

Mr. Ferguson, with his famously prickly temperament—could Jarrod really have convinced him?

Well, Jarrod always did have a talent for picking the perfect moment. This particular timing couldn’t be better.

On the one hand, there were already rumors about an impending engagement. On the other hand, the paper was finished. It was like Jarrod had built Sylvie a staircase to fame and success.

The only thing Elodie couldn’t figure out was whether Jarrod had asked Professor Waldron just to advise on the paper, or if there was some other agenda at play.

“Tch, she’s practically handed you this opportunity on a silver platter. Once both of your papers are published, everyone will see the difference clear as day,” Esmeralda said, utterly confident in Elodie’s abilities. Of course, it was obvious Sylvie thought pretty highly of herself, too.

But Elodie wasn’t arrogant enough to underestimate her competition.

If Sylvie really did get Waldron’s guidance, then her work would be impressive.

So the moment she stepped out of the treatment room, she collapsed against the wall, sliding down until she was sitting on the cold floor, her forehead slick with sweat.

When Elias Warwick stepped off the elevator, he spotted her almost immediately. She was curled up in a corner, painfully thin and pale.

Elias stopped in his tracks, his gaze zeroing in.

He realized instantly—it was Elodie.

His eyes narrowed, a frown creasing his brow as he strode over to her.

“Ms. Thorne? Are you ill?”

He crouched down beside her and gently tapped her shoulder, but his gaze was drawn, incredulous, to the sign behind her that read Oncology.