Three years of loving him, three days to erase myself from his world novel Chapter 98

Seraphina smiled smugly, brimming with confidence.

"Julian will definitely help me secure a spot. I will win the preliminaries, too. And I will absolutely become Professor Thorne's student!"

Sylvia beamed with pride. "My daughter is the best!"

Her daughter was so outstanding.

Clara couldn't even compare to a single strand of her hair, let alone be worthy of Julian Lowell!

Her daughter and Julian were the true perfect match!

...

Clara wandered in a daze down the hospital corridor. She felt unwell and walked very slowly.

Anyone with eyes could see she was struggling.

But even so, that person never caught up to support her or ask how she was doing.

Clara smiled bitterly, letting out a trembling breath.

She was thankful that she didn't love him anymore; otherwise, with blow after blow today, how heartbroken she would have been...

She found a seat, planning to rest a bit before leaving.

Just then.

A little girl walked toward her.

She looked about four or five years old, wearing a pretty pink dress. She held out a bottle of water and said in a soft, sweet voice.

"Big sister, you look really pale. You need to rest well..."

Clara was stunned for a moment. When she registered what was happening, her nose started to sting.

She leaned down, took the water, and murmured a hoarse "Thank you." Then, pulling a small bag of candy from her purse, she handed it to the girl, patted her head, and said, "Thank you, sweetheart..."

Her small act of kindness illuminated the gloom in Clara's heart.

The little girl smiled. "You're welcome, big sister. You're so pretty! You need to take good care of yourself! Mind your health!"

Touched, Clara replied, "I will."

The little girl gave her a quick hug, then skipped off to find her mother...

Clara's gaze followed her.

When she saw the mother, she froze. She suddenly remembered that they had briefly crossed paths in the clinic earlier, but she had been in too much pain to notice.

The mother must have seen her alone, battered and pitiful, and out of compassion, sent her daughter to offer a little warmth...

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