Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 361

Dominic simply stated, "Forget about him for now. He'll show his face on his own."

Once Julian watched those videos and dealt with Seraphina, that man wouldn't just sit back and do nothing. When the time came, someone else would gladly take out the trash for them.

Toby caught on to his logic immediately, acknowledged the order, and went to record the confessions.

The call ended.

Dominic lowered his phone and looked up at the glowing red light above the operating room doors, his deep eyes filled with an immeasurable sorrow...

*Sadie, everyone who hurt you will pay. I'll make sure they all rot.*

*Just get better soon!*

...

Capital City General Hospital.

After Julian took Seraphina through a series of check-ups and settled her into a private room for an IV drip, he quietly stepped into the hallway. He pulled out his phone, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turned white, and texted Arthur again for an update on Clara.

This time, before Arthur could reply, several messages from an unknown number popped up on his screen.

[Seraphina Shaw harmed Clara.]

[The hooded woman in the factory was Clara.]

[Seraphina orchestrated everything.]

Julian's mind went completely blank. It felt as if a sledgehammer had violently smashed into his chest, the sheer agony causing him to grimace in pain.

Immediately after, a few video files came through.

Julian's dark eyes trembled. Driven by a morbid compulsion, he tapped on the first one, his fingers shaking uncontrollably.

The video instantly filled his screen, pausing on the terrified face of a dirt-covered man.

It was the exact same lookout he had seen standing outside the abandoned factory!

At this moment, the man was staring into the camera in absolute panic, his shifty eyes darting around as his lips quivered.

"Was that woman Clara? I don't know, man! I swear, I was just hired as a lookout! I didn't touch her! I don't even know any Seraphina..."

A cold voice off-camera cut in sharply, "Then spill everything you do know! Otherwise, we hand you over to the cops right now!"

Terrified, the man quickly surrendered. "Okay, okay! I'll talk, I'll talk! Just please tell them I didn't lay a finger on Clara..."

"When I got called in, that girl Seraphina was standing next to the guy in the sunglasses. I don't know what they were whispering about, but they looked... really close, like they knew each other well. I thought it was weird, but I'm just a hired hand. I didn't dare ask questions, so I just waited."

Watching this, Julian's face turned completely ashen. A terrifying storm gathered in his pitch-black eyes, dark and ominous.

"What about Clara? What happened to her? Who beat her?" the voice pressed.

The man shuddered and confessed frantically, "It was Seraphina!"

"She used a whip. She hit her really hard. Clara kept crying until her voice gave out, and then she finally passed out from the pain. Only then did Seraphina stop."

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