Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 52

Mentioning the house, Rosalie paused and finally said. "Your brother-in-law just has that kind of temper..." Clara felt angry but had nowhere to vent it. "Sister! Can't you see through Zane's deadbeat attitude? He changed a long time ago. He's not the Zane Sutton he used to be. Now he simply... simply..." doesn't love you, doesn't care about you. Rosalie lowered her head... Clara looked at her, feeling both angry and heartbroken. Finally, she sighed and temporarily shelved the topic. Instead, she asked, "By the way, sister, you sent me a WeChat message last night. What did you want to tell me?" Rosalie froze, avoiding her gaze, and said, "It... it wasn't anything major, we'll talk about it later..." Clara didn't press the matter. A moment later. Miles returned. Clara asked him to look after his mother while she went to find the doctor. Learning that the bones in her sister's ankle were dislocated and required surgery to correct, and that this surgery was not easy and carried risks. Clara's mind went blank for several seconds. Coming out of the office. She walked down the hospital corridor, a bit dazed. Her heart was immensely conflicted. But eventually, she still dialed Julian Lowell's number. The melodious ringtone sounded slowly. Clara's heart also rose, and she unconsciously gripped her phone tighter. It was quite ridiculous to say, three years of feelings couldn't buy her a single act of kindness. The phone rang for a long time and was finally hung up. It was like a resounding slap in the face. People around also looked over, and Clara bit her pale lips and walked into a corner. Thinking of her sister's surgery. Thinking of the doctor's words. "The ankle is unlike other parts of the body. The slightest mishap could affect future mobility. Also, the surgery cannot be delayed. If delayed, the dislocated bones in the ankle will slowly fix into place... That would be disastrous." Clara took a deep breath, and eventually, with trembling fingers, called again. This time, it was answered. Clara's eyes flickered, and her throat felt bitter. "Julian..." Before she could finish her words, a soft scoff came from the earpiece. "I never noticed before how much you love to pretend. You say you don't love my brother and won't look for him, but your body is quite honest..." Seraphina Shaw. The sarcastic voice was like a heavy stomp in her ear. Clara's face turned pale. Suddenly, shifting her gaze, she saw a scene flashing on the electronic screen hanging on the wall, and her heart felt as if it was being squeezed hard by an invisible hand, throbbing with a dull pain... On the phone, Seraphina's voice continued. "Can you recognize the current situation? My brother simply doesn't love you and doesn't even bother to acknowledge you. Can you have some self-respect? Leave on your own accord." Clara's eyelashes trembled, looking dazedly at the electronic screen on the wall. In her line of sight was a live broadcast of the exhibition site, where the director focused the camera on Julian Lowell and Seraphina Shaw. From a distance, the two looked like a beautiful couple. The comments below were like clouds, all uniformly expressing envy: [Mr. Lowell is so good to his sister.] [If such a brother were to be a husband, it would be wonderful!] [...] The hand with which Clara held the phone exerted some force, her face as pale as paper. Her eyes grew sore just watching. They were so close; Julian could definitely hear what Seraphina was saying. Yet he turned a blind eye, allowing Seraphina to sneer at her. She should have realized it earlier. A man, especially a man like Julian, unreservedly handing his phone over to Seraphina and letting her look at it. It was enough to explain everything... This was a right that she, as his 'girlfriend', had never enjoyed before! Clara suddenly felt sorrowful. Seraphina laughed, "Why aren't you speaking? Is it..." "Seraphina Shaw!" Clara stared at the screen and suddenly interrupted her coldly. "You always say these words, telling me to leave quickly. Exactly what kind of mentality are you harboring? Could it be anxiety over gains and losses? Is it because Julian hasn't been paying attention to you lately, and you're afraid he's starting to care about me?" Seraphina suddenly choked. Clara: "Let me tell you, Seraphina Shaw, from now on, go say these things to Julian! Let him solve it! Don't try to find a sense of existence in front of me!" After saying that, without waiting for her to speak, she hung up the phone directly. Her anger had been vented. But there was still a breath held tightly in her chest, neither going up nor down, stuck there, making her incredibly uncomfortable. Clara closed her eyes. Just then. Her phone suddenly vibrated. Clara looked down. It was a message from Isabella Gates: [Clara, no need to come pick me up tonight. I'll go directly to your and Julian's house to see how you both are doing.]