Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 5

Learning that her favorite painting was ruined, Eleanor ordered Jackson to punish Sera by making her kneel outside and piece the painting back together with glue, including the shattered glass shards! "Ms. Shaw, the matriarch said that if you dare to throw your weight around again, it won't just end with kneeling!" Ms. Shaw. Not 'Young Lady.' The Lowell family simply did not take her seriously. Jackson Higgins warned her. Sera bit her lips in humiliation until they almost bled, but she didn't dare disobey. She muttered an acknowledgment, then obediently took the painting outside to kneel. Before leaving, she glared at Clara with red eyes. Clara scoffed, completely indifferent, and approached Jackson about serious matters. "Jackson, when is Isabella returning from abroad?" Jackson: "Probably tomorrow or the day after. Why?" "Oh, nothing..." She just wanted to tell her about the scandalous affair between her son and Sera before leaving. "Alright, you rest well. I'm leaving." "Okay, take care." After seeing Jackson out, Clara glanced at Sera, who was kneeling outside, blowing in the cold wind while gluing the oil painting with red, frozen hands. Then Clara headed straight upstairs. She took a shower. Her lawyer called, saying the property division contract was ready. Clara fetched it, read through it carefully, and signed her name, her fingertips trembling slightly. She didn't know how long had passed. The sound of a car suddenly came from outside. Julian was back. He must have rushed back after hearing about what happened. Clara stood by the French window, watching the man bend down, scoop Sera into his arms, and walk into the villa. Sera cried and complained, "I didn't know that painting was her birthday gift to grandma. I bumped into it by accident. I apologized to her, but she refused to accept it and called the old manor to have the matriarch punish me... Julian, Clara can't tolerate me." Julian applied ointment to her freezing red fingers. Hearing this, his face turned furious. "She really did that?" "Yes!" "Alright, I will get justice for you on this matter." Clara leaned against the wall, listening to the man's unconditional trust in Sera, and suddenly smiled. She couldn't help but ask herself: In these three years, had he ever stood by her unconditionally even once? The answer was no. A moment later, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Julian pushed the door open, his handsome face full of anger. "You called the old manor to have them punish Sera?" Clara had already adjusted her emotions. She looked up at him, rolled up her sleeve, and let him see the red marks from her fall today. "Did she apologize to me? You believe whatever she says. Did she mention that she spilled water on the floor on purpose to mess with me?" Hearing this and seeing the shocking red marks on her elbow, Julian's expression changed slightly. He walked over and held her arm. "Did she do this? Did you apply ointment?" Clara curled her lips into a mocking smile and pulled her hand back. "I did. Let's not talk about this anymore. But you need to have a good talk with Sera, and then compensate me." Saying that, she picked up the property division contract from the side and handed it to him. "Alright." Julian didn't even think twice. Assuming the compensation she wanted was just houses and cars, he flipped straight to the end and signed his name. Clara watched him sign, then took the document back and put it away. She had figured it out just now—she didn't plan to confess the truth to him. Making a scene would be too undignified. She just needed to get the money and leave easily. "Sorry, Clara. You were wronged this time. This weekend, I'll take you out to play. Didn't you say you wanted to go to Switzerland last time? Okay, we'll go there." Julian held her hand and rubbed it, trying to please her. If it were the old Clara, she would have certainly softened. Clara frowned and raised her hand to push him away.