Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 64

Because during these days of total isolation, this was one of the few comforts she had received.

Before coming, she had expected a storm to be waiting for her.

But before this warmth could take root, Isabella continued, "But until then, Clara, could you endure it a little longer? Once I have everything arranged for Julian, then you can leave, alright?"

"At most half a month. In half a month, I will have everything sorted out. I'll find a suitable match for Julian and deal with Seraphina. Then, you can do whatever you want."

Saying this, she pulled a bank card from her bag and pressed it into Clara's palm.

"There are three million in here..."

It felt as if a basin of ice-cold water had been poured over Clara's head, extinguishing any flicker of warmth in her heart.

And the card felt like a branding iron, scorching her bleeding pride.

So, they still wanted her to act as a shield to cover up the Lowell family's scandal?

To act as the umbrella Julian used to protect Seraphina?

Clara felt a wave of revulsion.

She forced down the urge to pick up the coffee cup and throw it in the woman's face.

Curling her fingers, she placed the bank card on the table, withdrew her hand, and clenched her fists tightly.

"I disagree. I want to break up. You should find someone else for this."

Isabella paused, visibly surprised that Clara would talk back.

She used to be so obedient.

But seeing the determined look on Clara's face, Isabella had to turn serious.

"Clara, ask your conscience, haven't I treated you well all these years? Hasn't the entire Lowell family treated you well? Hasn't Eleanor Byron treated you well?"

Undoubtedly, they had, especially Eleanor Byron.

But if the price of that kindness was bearing this consequence...

She... would rather not have it.

Clara repeated, "I want to leave."

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