Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 97

Caught completely off guard, the two didn't dodge in time. The stand smashed right into their faces, eliciting agonizing screams!

"Ah!"

"Help! Julian..." Seraphina broke down, desperately covering her head.

Clara's eyes were ice-cold. She stepped forward, grabbed Seraphina by the hair, and delivered two fierce slaps across her face. She didn't stop until Seraphina's cheeks were swollen red. Then, she violently yanked a dumbfounded Sylvia over and delivered two ringing slaps to her face as well!

"You bullied me, I hit you back. That's only fair!"

In an instant, only the agonizing wails of the two women filled the air!

Onlookers turned toward the commotion. "What's going on?"

"It looks like that mother and daughter ganged up to bully that girl, and she couldn't take it anymore, so she hit back..."

"That mother and daughter are too wicked!"

"..."

These whispers cut far deeper than Clara's slaps ever could.

Seraphina and Sylvia cared about their image more than anything. Even a few rumors behind their backs were usually unbearable for them.

Terrified of being recognized, they frantically covered their faces, breaking down completely.

Julian stared at the absurd scene. It took him a few seconds to snap back to reality. His face instantly darkened to the extreme as he grabbed Clara and pulled her away.

"Do you even know what you're doing?!"

Clara had been seeing red, but his words hit her like a bucket of ice water, leaving her chilled to the bone.

Back at the hotel, when Sylvia bullied her like that, he didn't care at all.

Now, all she did was return the favor...

And he couldn't stand it?

In the end, it all came down to the fact that he didn't care about her.

She should have known.

Clara let out a bitter laugh. She turned to look at him but didn't say a word, just staring.

Her once clear eyes, which always used to sparkle when she looked at him, were now brimming with disappointment...

At this moment, she finally understood. When you are completely disappointed in someone, you don't even want to speak. Wanting to speak means you still hold on to a shred of hope.

Julian's expression stiffened. Seeing those eyes—which used to gaze at him with a warm smile—now filled with nothing but desolate ash, his heart suddenly gave a sharp twinge. It felt like something out of his control was trying to burst out!

But before he could grasp the meaning behind this sudden pain...

Clara pushed him away and said very softly:

"Let's just leave it at this..."

Tears welled up in her eyes.

She looked incredibly pitiful.

Julian paused. Still holding some pity for her, his tone softened. "Alright, enough about this. Go back and rest well. Let the doctor change your dressings."

With that, he turned and left.

Seraphina wanted to beg him to stay, but the man was already walking away!

She stood frozen in place, clenching her fists in furious resentment.

Sylvia was just as resentful, asking worriedly, "Sera, the way Julian acted just now... does he actually care about Clara? We can't let that happen..."

"No, he doesn't!"

Seraphina denied it vehemently, absolutely refusing to admit it. "If Julian cared about Clara, why hasn't he gone public with her after three years? I'm the one he truly dotes on! His reaction just now was just an act for Clara, to keep using her as a shield for our relationship..."

That made sense.

Sylvia nodded in agreement, casting away her doubts. She supported her daughter back to the ward, shifting the topic to something else.

"I saw online that registration for this year's design preliminaries has started. The spots are extremely limited!"

"Sera, while Julian is still at the hospital, make sure to bring this up when he gets back. Don't let someone else snatch the spot!"

"You can use this competition to show off your talents, win the title of top designer, and become Professor Thorne's student. That will secure your future."