Tossed away like trash, time and time again!
She struggled to stand up.
Her knees and shins were scraped and red, but she acted as if she couldn't feel the pain. She didn't let out a single cry, nor did any tears fall.
Because her heart was completely dead.
Susan stood stunned on the sidelines, taking a long moment to recover before hurrying over to support her, voicing the injustice on her behalf.
"How could the young master do this? Seraphina is just a younger sister to him without any blood relation, while you are his girlfriend. Just because she's hurt doesn't mean you aren't! How could he just abandon you?"
Clara's expression remained numb.
She didn't want to talk about it. Bending down to pick up the dropped ointment, she whispered softly.
"Let him be. Susan, could you process my discharge papers? I want to go home and rest."
She never wanted to see Julian again!
Knowing how terrible Clara felt, Susan didn't hesitate and agreed. "Going home is for the best. Give him the cold shoulder for a few days, let him realize his mistake!"
Clara thought to herself: She wasn't trying to make him realize his mistake this time; she was done with him! He and his precious sister could live happily ever after!
She took the ointment and walked over to Dominic.
Dominic was still waiting for her. He hadn't gone anywhere and was standing by the window, smoking with a deep frown on his face.
When he saw her approaching, his eyes lit up. He crushed his cigarette and strode toward her. "Clara..."
Clara offered a faint smile, handing him the ointment. "Apply this when you get back, three times a day."
Dominic hesitated, not taking the tube.
Clara knew what he wanted to say. After a brief silence, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and said softly, "Mr. Jarrett, I'm fine. It's nothing."
Dominic's heart ached.

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