CEO's Dumb Bride novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Community Clinic

Francis retrieved his overcoat and cast a glance at her. "Is there something else?"

Julian pursed her lips, looking somewhat aggrieved as she gazed at him. "Can't you stay a while longer?"

"No," he replied curtly, but then added, "I can't stay tonight."

He had said it this way. Julian knew there was no way she could keep him at this point, internally grinding her teeth. She released her grip on Francis with a touch of resentment.

"Never mind, go ahead."

She had stayed up late to be with him, thinking that he wouldn't leave at this time, but it seemed she had overly overestimated her place in Francis's mind.

For a brief moment, she might feel that he cared deeply for her, but in the next second, he would ruthlessly bring her back to reality.

If it weren't for Julian's resilient disposition, she might have gone insane long ago under his capricious demeanor!

And Francis did indeed depart, without even a backward glance, as if the man who had tenderly applied ointment to her just moments ago had been a mere illusion.

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Inside the community clinic.

Lilian leaned against the bedside with her pallid lips. Two policemen stood beside her, along with the security guard from last night.

"This is how it happened. I heard the sound of glass breaking, so I rushed over and found her. I called the police as soon as I brought her here."

The residents of the house with the broken window were also present, demanding compensation from Lilian.

The police placed the suitcase in front of Lilian's bed and asked, "Is this suitcase yours?"

Lilian lifted her head, looking at the young police officer in front of her, and nodded.

The woman was in her forties, and her appearance did not give away that she was a fierce or malicious person. However, as soon as she spoke, her rough tone was unmistakable.

Enduring the pain, Lilian bent down and lifted the suitcase, opening it to indicate that the woman could take whatever she wanted.

Because she genuinely had no money.

These clothes had all been bought by Francis and were presumably not cheap.

The woman glanced at the clothes in the suitcase, picking and choosing. She even examined the stitching and found the workmanship to be quite good.

"Let me tell you, I spent over three thousand on that window. As for these few pieces of clothing, they're worth at most a thousand, right?"

As she spoke, the woman gathered all the clothes from the suitcase. "Forget it, I just pity you. Don't go around smashing people's things next time, okay?"