Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 95

Sylvia was struck dumb, then indignantly defended her daughter.

"But she set Sera up! Sera was almost ruined..."

Julian's tone turned even colder. "Do you have evidence? What proof do you have that Clara was the one who set her up? It's entirely possible that Harvey Crane was just acting on his own lust!"

Sylvia was instantly speechless.

Seraphina was stunned as well. She never expected him to defend Clara like this.

In the past, whenever she was bullied, he would never say such things. He wouldn't spare a single person involved.

Resentful but too afraid to push her luck, she shot her mother a warning look.

Seeing the signal, Sylvia could only press her lips together in silence.

"You hold her," Julian said coldly. He released his grip, letting Sylvia take Seraphina.

Both Sylvia and Seraphina froze.

Seraphina, in particular, hadn't expected him to suddenly let go of her. A deep wave of disappointment washed over her...

But seeing his dark expression, they didn't dare disobey.

Sylvia stepped forward and pulled her daughter into her arms.

Just then, the elevator arrived.

Julian adjusted his slightly wrinkled suit and casually dropped a sentence, "You two go to the car first."

He then stepped out of the elevator, pulling his phone from his pocket to make a call.

Watching him leave, Sylvia suddenly felt a pang of unease.

She worriedly asked her daughter, "Julian seems to have changed a lot. He doesn't pamper you like he used to..."

Seraphina naturally felt it too, biting her lip in grievance.

But she would never admit that the man who had doted on her so much had a change of heart.

Watching his retreating figure, she said stubbornly, "No he hasn't, he treats me very well! Today was just a special circumstance. You really shouldn't have hit Clara like that... Anyway, let's not talk about it. Just be careful next time. Let's go to the car first."

Ever since her daughter grew up, Sylvia listened to her about everything. Hearing this, she didn't overthink it. After all, Julian used to spoil her daughter rotten.

"Alright."

"By the way, Mom, you squared everything away with Harvey Crane beforehand, right?"

"Yes, it's all settled. He will absolutely not sell you out."

"That's good." Seraphina felt relieved.

What they didn't know yet was that Clara had already called the police!

Harvey wasn't going up against just anyone; he was dealing with the cops.

Clara was used to it. She registered, found a doctor to apply medicine, and afterward, utterly exhausted—her face throbbing and her head still dizzy—she walked out of the clinic and found a bench to rest.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over her.

Clara paused.

Looking up, she saw Julian's stern, handsome face.

And standing behind him, wearing gloomy expressions, were Seraphina and Sylvia.

Clara didn't process it for a moment. "You guys..."

Julian frowned, looking at the ointment spread across her cheek. His heart inexplicably tightened. His lips parted to ask about her injury...

But Seraphina spoke first.

Pulling Sylvia forward, she spoke with a pious, apologetic tone.

"I'm sorry, Clara! At the hotel today, my mom was in the wrong. I apologize on her behalf. Will you forgive her? Could you explain the situation to the police and drop the charges...?"

Sylvia looked extremely reluctant.

She assumed that with Julian present, Clara would have to agree whether she wanted to or not.

But under her daughter's pointed glare, she awkwardly chimed in.

"I'm sorry, Clara. I was wrong today. Please forgive me. After all, we're family..."