Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 94

She trembled, leaning fearfully into the man's chest, sobbing softly.

"Julian..."

Her fragile, wronged cries ignited Julian's fury. He viciously kicked Harvey, who was sprawled on the floor like a dead pig.

"Tell me, how did this happen? Who brought you to this meeting and left you alone with Harvey Crane?"

Through her sobs, Seraphina choked out, "It... it was Clara."

Julian's brows instantly pulled into a tight frown, his eyes darkening like a brewing storm.

Yes.

He was suspecting her. Suspecting that she had plotted against his precious girl.

Clara stood at the door, watching the scene, and blinked slowly.

Inopportunely, she recalled his attitude when Harvey had harassed her multiple times in the past.

Apathy.

She didn't know if he genuinely hadn't noticed or what.

Regardless... he had never once stepped in.

Hearing the commotion, Julian looked over, his face terrifyingly cold, like an Asura radiating pure hostility.

Clara's eyes flickered, her heartbeat stopping for a second under the oppressive sensation of thorns at her back.

It only made her realize how utterly laughable her devotion over the past three years had been. In the end, it couldn't buy even a fraction of his trust!

Looking at the two of them, and then at Harvey on the ground, she let out a bitter laugh and opened her mouth.

"I..."

Before she could even say "didn't," a wealthy, well-dressed woman suddenly marched up from the nearby staircase and launched into a tirade against her.

"Clara, you have such a venomous heart! How could you set up my daughter like this?! Seeing her so humiliated, almost violated—are you happy now?!"

Sylvia Shaw.

Seraphina's mother.

Clara's voice caught in her throat. Before she could say a word, Sylvia raised her hand and slapped her across the face.

*Smack!* The sound was exceptionally loud. Before marrying into a wealthy family, Sylvia had suffered at the bottom of society and done heavy labor, so she hit harder than most men!

Onlookers in the corridor began to stare.

Clara stumbled from the force of the blow, nearly falling. Her right cheek immediately swelled, looking horrifyingly stark against her pale skin.

In that moment, she looked like a condemned prisoner in a public square...

Sylvia pointed at her, screaming, "Clara, a vicious bitch like you belongs in jail! Look at her, everyone! She can't tolerate her future sister-in-law, so she schemes to let a man assault her!"

Hearing this, the bystanders immediately frowned and started whispering about Clara.

"How can someone be so wicked?"

She wouldn't let them get away with it either!

The waiter nodded, supporting her weight.

"Alright, I'll call the police for you. Don't speak for now, you look terrible... You really don't look like someone who would set others up. Them ganging up on you like that—it's just too cruel!"

See?

Even a stranger she barely knew could tell she wasn't someone who schemed against others.

Yet Julian, who had been with her for three years, refused to believe her. Instead, he took their side and let them bully her.

Clara suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of desolation.

...

Meanwhile.

In the elevator.

Sylvia caught up with Julian and Seraphina and entered the elevator with them.

She wanted to use the opportunity to say a few words to him, but noticed the man's expression was exceedingly grim.

She cast an uneasy glance at her daughter, who also frowned back at her.

Taken aback and confused, she started, "Julian..."

Julian shot her an icy glare. "You shouldn't have hit Clara just now."