Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 145

In a hospital room.

A doctor was applying medicine to Seraphina's arm.

It was merely a shallow scrape, yet Seraphina trembled in pain, asking fearfully over and over, "Doctor, my hand is very important. It won't leave any lasting effects, will it..."

Julian was standing by the window, making a phone call, exuding an air of nobility in every gesture. Hearing something from the other end, he said softly, "Thank you."

At her voice, he turned to look at Seraphina, his gaze deep and dark, but he didn't speak.

Applying the medicine, the doctor rolled his eyes internally upon hearing her words; even a child wouldn't act like this over a scrape.

But mindful of Julian's presence, he patiently replied, "It's nothing serious. Just keep applying the ointment."

Only then did Seraphina let out a small sigh of relief, but looking at the wound, she still felt angry.

It was all Clara's fault.

At that moment, Arthur Higgins pushed the door open and entered. He held two files in his hand, clearly bearing important news.

Noticing this, Seraphina felt her heart begin to race uncontrollably. It was finally happening...

Seeing this, the doctor packed up the ointment and gauze, tactfully leaving the room.

The door clicked shut.

Julian hung up the phone and looked darkly at Arthur. "Did you find out?"

Arthur's expression was grave. He hummed in confirmation, but before speaking, he glanced at Seraphina.

Seraphina's expression froze slightly.

Julian said coolly, "It's fine. Speak."

Only then did Arthur hand one of the files to him, saying, "The investigation confirmed that the design was indeed revised by another designer requested by Clara. There are chat logs as proof, and the designer has admitted to it..."

Julian lowered his eyes, his gaze brimming with darkness. He took the file, opened it, and read it word for word. After finishing, his chest heaved as if suppressing something. After a long while, he asked in a deep voice, "Is the evidence solid?"

Arthur: "It's solid. ... Coupled with the confession of the man who retaliated against Ms. Shaw, it was indeed Ms. Vance who did this."

"..."

Julian pressed his thin lips tightly together and said nothing more, silently closing the file folder.

Seraphina secretly smiled.

But this wasn't enough!

She wanted to deliver the final blow to Clara!

She started crying, like a fragile white flower trembling in the rain. "Julian, why is this happening? I clearly didn't provoke Clara. Why is she treating me like this?"

Julian looked at her. The lighting cast a small shadow on his profile, making him look sharp, deep, and inscrutable. After a pause, he asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Send a legal letter and hold a press conference to make Clara publicly clarify and apologize!"

Seraphina met his eyes and spoke firmly.

Meanwhile.

At the police station.

In the cramped interrogation room.

Under the harsh glare of the fluorescent light, Clara's face was almost transparently pale, looking so fragile that she might shatter at a touch.

After giving her statement, Clara found an opportunity and was just about to ask Officer Jenkins if she could make a phone call to have someone bail her out.

There was a sudden knock on the interrogation room door. A male officer entered and asked Officer Jenkins to step out for a moment. His tone was quite serious, and his gaze briefly swept over Clara.

"What's wrong?" Officer Jenkins walked out suspiciously.

The door clicked shut.

Clara's heart involuntarily sank, her fingers tightening nervously.

Before long, Officer Jenkins returned, her expression vastly different from when she left. Behind her followed an elite-looking man in a suit.

Clara recognized him at a glance—it was Lester Lawrence, the legal counsel for Lowell Industries.

Could it be...

"Ms. Vance, Ms. Shaw's side is filing a lawsuit. This is her lawyer. He has some things he'd like to discuss with you. Why don't you have a talk," the officer said.

"Hello, Ms. Vance," Lester Lawrence said with a faint, ambiguous smile.