Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 144

But before she had a chance to speak.

The man broke free from the bodyguards like a madman, grabbed a small knife off the floor, and swung it at her!

Clara's eyes widened in panic. There was no time to dodge; she instinctively raised her arm to protect herself.

Time seemed to stand still in that moment...

The man swung the knife, slashing across her forearm, leaving a terrifying trail of bright red. He cursed, "This is what you owe me! Julian won't let me go, and I won't let you go either!"

Clara's ears rang. The pain was so intense she almost lost consciousness. Her trembling hand covered the wound as she stumbled backward, chills racking her body...

Her arm...

Her arm...

...

The bodyguards reacted, quickly stepping forward to subdue the man again. But they showed no concern for Clara, nor did they offer any help. Their expressions were awful.

Clara knew they were taking their cues from Julian. Since Julian didn't care about her, why would they?

Before her eyes flashed the image of Julian's tender care for Seraphina just moments ago...

Clara bit her lip and let out a bitter laugh, her facial muscles twitching slightly.

But right now, she had no time to dwell on those things. If she delayed treating her arm any longer, it might be crippled...

With no one to care for her, she had to care for herself.

Pressing down on her injured arm and enduring the intense pain, she turned to leave.

Just then.

Several police officers arrived. The leading female officer, Officer Sarah Jenkins, showed her badge and said, "You must be Ms. Vance. Someone reported you for provoking trouble. Please come with us to the station!"

Julian actually reported her!

Clara's face turned completely pale, and she instinctively took a step back.

That step pulled at her wound again.

She frowned in pain, her voice incredibly hoarse. "Officer, I didn't do this..."

"Alright, save it! Just come with us for now."

Officer Jenkins stepped forward to support her. Noticing the blood seeping through her clothes, she gasped. "How did you get hurt this badly? Come on, let's get to the car. I'll bandage it for you."

Clara's throat choked up, unable to speak. Without evidence, anything she said right now was useless.

But she seemed to feel no pain, completely numb.

Finally, Officer Jenkins flashed her badge, forcing the reporters to step back.

She finally got into the police car.

Clara leaned against the back seat, her small face as pale as porcelain, staring blankly at the desolate night outside the window... her body perfectly still.

Only after Officer Jenkins finished bandaging her did she whisper, "Thank you..."

Officer Jenkins paused as she packed the medical kit, looking at Clara's haggard profile, and couldn't help but sigh. "It's nothing."

After a moment's thought, she added, "Ms. Vance, the public outrage over this matter is severe right now. I'm afraid you'll have to cooperate with our investigation shortly."

Clara gave a bitter smile.

An innocent person like her was injured, sued, and cursed at.

While Seraphina, who committed all the evil deeds, reaped all the benefits. Right now, she was probably lying in a hospital bed, enjoying Julian's care.

Clara tugged at the corner of her mouth, her eyes gradually growing cold.

Since it had come to this, she would play along and see who perished first!