Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 354

Julian's dark eyes shuddered.

He stared at her cold, estranged face. Driven by sheer fury, a faint flush painted her cheeks, and her delicate shoulders trembled slightly.

Terrified that pushing her further would cause a full emotional breakdown and worsen her physical condition, he ultimately stood up and prepared to leave.

But before he walked out the door, he said hoarsely, "I've already contacted a leading orthopedic authority... Your arm is going to recover..."

The mere mention of it felt like a knife twisting in Clara's heart. "Get out!"

Julian's eyes dimmed. Not daring to utter another word, he simply murmured, "Take good care of yourself. I'll come see you tomorrow," before hurrying away.

Clara squeezed her eyes shut. Listening to his footsteps fade down the corridor, she let out a shaky breath and whispered, "We don't have a tomorrow..."

Tomorrow, she would be gone.

But what she failed to notice was—

Right after Julian left, another dark figure slipped past her door. Instead of following Julian, the figure ducked straight into the emergency stairwell.

"Oh, hello, Dr. Reed!" A passing nurse smiled and greeted him.

The man froze slightly, forcing a stiff smile. "Hello."

He then picked up his pace, walking significantly faster.

Noticing this, the nurse grew suspicious. "Dr. Reed, you look a little off today..."

The man paused mid-step, his brows snapping together in a harsh frown as his hand slid into his pocket, gripping whatever was hidden inside.

The nurse stepped closer, staring critically at his face. "Are you wearing makeup? I don't remember your skin being this pale!"

The man's expression froze for a second before he relaxed his guard, loosening his grip on the item in his pocket. He offered a casual, dismissive smile. "I had an allergic reaction yesterday. My face broke out in a terrible rash, so I had my girlfriend help put some concealer over it."

"Oh, I see!"

"Yeah. Anyway, I've got rounds to finish. See you later."

With a polite smile, the man strode off. The moment he turned away, his expression darkened menacingly. Taking a route that entirely avoided the crowds, he slipped back into the stairwell. Only when he was completely alone did he finally let out a breath. He aggressively rubbed his face, pulled out his phone, and sent a message:

[I listened outside the ward for a long time. I finally found our opening. We can make the move tomorrow.]

A reply came almost instantly:

[I knew you would get it done for me.]

Staring at the screen, the man's lips curled into a faint smirk.

In the glow of the phone screen, his sharp, chiseled features were illuminated—a face that looked entirely different from the one he had worn moments ago...

...

Because of Julian's unexpected visit,

Clara's mood had plummeted dramatically. It wasn't until Rosalie arrived later that evening that she finally felt a little better.

The sisters ate dinner together.

Seizing the moment, Clara broke the news about her departure. "Rosalie, since Miles's situation is stabilized, I'm leaving tomorrow. Once I'm settled, I'll change my contact information. Just wait for me to reach out to you!"

Rosalie abruptly stopped clearing the plates, her eyes instantly welling with tears. She forced herself to stay composed. "Okay. I understand. Don't worry about Miles. Just make sure you take good care of yourself."

Clara glanced at her sister, her own eyes growing hot. She buried her face in her meal, secretly wiping away a tear. The food that usually tasted so comforting now felt like chewing wax...

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