Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 254

After leaving the hospital, Clara hailed a cab directly to her own apartment.

Susan, worried about her health, tagged along. However, she didn't realize they weren't heading to Pelican Bay until halfway through the ride.

Hesitantly, she asked, "Ms. Vance, aren't we going back to Pelican Bay?"

Clara, who was staring blankly out the window, paused before lowering her gaze. "No."

Susan assumed Clara was just angry at Julian and needed a few days away, so she nodded in understanding and secretly texted him:

[Mr. Lowell, Ms. Vance is genuinely angry this time. She didn't go back to Pelican Bay; she went to her own apartment.]

...

Half an hour later.

The car pulled up to the apartment complex.

The moment Clara stepped inside, she gave Susan a few brief instructions, didn't even bother to take off her shoes, and went straight to her bedroom. She stepped onto a chair, took down the 'Serenity After the Rain' painting from the wall, and smashed it forcefully onto the floor!

Instantly, the wooden frame shattered into pieces, and the canvas tore open.

Clara looked down at the ruined artwork, her chest heaving heavily, a reddish tinge creeping into the corners of her eyes.

Thinking back to the moment she had received it from him a few days ago, zoning out while staring at it, she realized how utterly foolish she had been!

But that wasn't enough. Clara jumped off the chair, pulled open her vanity drawer, and took out the exquisite White Magnolia hairpin. With both hands, she snapped it in half and tossed it onto the floor like trash.

With a sharp crack, it felt like more than just the hairpin had shattered...

In the living room, Susan heard the crashing sounds from the bedroom and paced around anxiously. She wanted to go in and comfort her but didn't dare. "Oh my, what should we do!"

Fortunately, the doorbell rang at that moment.

Guessing who it was, Susan hurried to open the door.

Clara's expression was as cold as a pool of icy water.

She watched as he cut his finger on a glass shard, drawing blood, but her eyes held no emotion. "I didn't want them anymore!"

Julian froze. He placed the items aside, stood up, and approached her, his eyes slightly red. "You don't want them? Does that mean you don't want me anymore either?"

Clara looked up at him, her voice perfectly calm. "Yes. I don't want them, and I don't want you! I don't care anymore!"

Julian's chest tightened, as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart. The dull ache left him momentarily speechless...

He didn't know this was the feeling of loving someone.

He frowned, suppressing the strange sensation, took a deep breath, and forcefully pulled her into an embrace. Leaning down to her ear, he whispered.

"Clara, I know you were wronged today. Back at the hospital, I was just speaking out of anger... I just... I just..."