Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Chapter 445

"How could Clark do that to her?!"

Tears welled up in Serena’s eyes, filled with a blend of anger and heartbreak.

"Serena, as I’ve said before, they all have the Collins family blood running through their veins."

Martha gazed in the direction where they had left, releasing a sigh.

"I never expected Clark to be so partial. Doesn’t he even fear the news reaching you and shattering your heart?"

"Or perhaps, he simply doesn’t care about your feelings. Whether you’re heartbroken or in distress, he’s indifferent. All he wants is to have fun with Rosemary. After all, she’s his biological sister."

"Clark’s behavior is utterly outrageous! He’s even more biased than Hunter and Chasel!"

"I’ve told you before, their words are nothing but deceit."

Tears trickled down Serena’s cheeks as her mind replayed the joyful moments shared with Clark since their childhood.

"Serena, he’s not worth it," Martha said sympathetically. "Stop crying, thinking about him."

"How could Clark do this to me?" Serena wiped her tears. Looking in the direction Clark had left, she uttered sorrowfully, "How could he?! He always claimed that he treated me as his real sister, that he would cherish me for life—but it was all lies. They’ve all deceived me, treating me as a naive child."

"Now you understand the importance of money, don’t you? Fortunately, you accepted the $3 million. Although the affection is gone, at least you still have money. You felt guilty about Clark initially, but look—he doesn’t have the same emotions for you at all!"

Serena wiped her tears and ran back to her room, not wanting to listen to those disheartening words anymore.

Watching her retreating figure, Martha knew that incident would serve as a lesson for Serena. Painful as it was, it was better to have short-lived pain than prolonged suffering.

That family was only good at making money. Talking about feelings was pointless.

Meanwhile...

Clark was staring at the luxurious private jet in front of him, completely dumbstruck.

That model was from two years ago, with only one in the world—purportedly purchased by a powerful magnate.

He never expected that this magnate would be his sister.

His sister’s financial capability far exceeded his expectations.

Looking at the jet worth a fortune, Clark was filled with mixed feelings. Did he give his sister too little pocket money?

Would someone who could afford such a jet feel that the pocket money he had provided was too stingy?!

"Clark, why aren’t you coming?" Rosemary looked at him, puzzled.

Clark climbed the jet stairs and curiously asked, "Did you buy this jet two years ago?"

"It wasn’t me who bought it," Rosemary said truthfully. "It was gifted by one of the grandfathers I told you about."

A gift?!

Upon hearing that, Clark was taken aback. His own grandfather wasn’t even that generous. Who was that mysterious person?

Giving away jets worth hundreds of millions?!

That person must be doting on her to an unimaginable extent.

"They often give me gifts," Rosemary explained.

"We have about ten more hours before we reach our destination. Let’s rest for a while," Rosemary suggested, standing up and heading to the master suite.

Under the guidance of a subordinate, Clark went to the guest room.

With the possibility offered by his sister, his mood lifted, and he soon fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Rosemary busied herself with her own affairs in the master suite until the plane landed hours later.

Clark had a good, long rest and woke up feeling refreshed and full of energy.

It was only ten in the morning there, twelve hours behind Solterra.

As soon as Rosemary got off the plane, someone sent by Romeo came to pick them up.

"Are you Ms. Rose? Mr. McMillian sent me. I’m Jerry, responsible for your and Clark’s transportation."

"Hello."

Just as Rosemary was about to get in the car, Jerry beat Clark to it, opening the car door for her first.

It was quite considerate of him.

They followed the address to the apartment rented by Carol’s parents. It was on the first floor of a small apartment complex, complete with a small yard where laundry was hung out to dry.

Rosemary rang the doorbell and waited. A woman came out to answer the door.

It was Carol’s mother, Taylor Earwood. She looked at the unfamiliar young woman with curiosity before her eyes landed on Clark. She immediately understood that they were together.

"How did you find us?" Taylor had a strong impression of Clark.