Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 22

"Julian Lowell... Ha! Take a look in the mirror. You think you've got the face to call out to him?"

"Don't you know? Even his own family can't get him to lift a finger—only that sister of his can."

The man's mocking words felt like a dagger twisting straight into Clara's heart.

The agony was unbearable.

With bloodshot eyes, Clara fought with everything she had. Knowing she had only herself to rely on, she gripped her handbag and brought it crashing down onto the man's head with all her might!

Bang—

For a split second, the whole world seemed to go dead silent...

The man's grip loosened. His eyes went wide as he stared at her, stumbling backward before collapsing straight onto the floor...

Panting heavily, Clara slumped against the wall, her legs giving out.

Soon after, hotel staff rushed to the scene.

The man was hauled away for attempted assault.

A female staff member helped Clara downstairs. Seeing Clara's disheveled state, the woman's heart ached in solidarity.

"Are you alright? Any injuries? Let me help you put some medicine on... Also, please give me the number of your family or your boyfriend. I'll call them for you. You really shouldn't be alone like this."

Family... She had no family.

As for her colleagues... Everyone was busy, and she didn't want to intrude on their personal time.

And a boyfriend...

Clara choked back a sob, her voice hoarse. "I'm fine. I can manage on my own. I have medicine at home. Thank you."

"Well... okay."

Clara thanked her again and, biting down against the burning pain in her ankle, limped out of the hotel step by step to hail a cab.

The biting winter wind whipped against her face.

But the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in her heart.

She couldn't stop her mind from wandering.

By now, Julian must have taken Seraphina back home.

He would probably warm up some sweet soup for her, then gently apply ointment to her ankle...

And her...

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