Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
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.

She owned over a hundred properties under her name alone—not to mention other commercial properties and shares. However, most of those were real estate. And since they were gifts from her grandfathers, she never had the heart to sell them, even when she was in need of money.

The pocket money her grandfather gave her was used for investment. Every time she made a profit, she would buy gifts for her grandfathers under various pretexts.

Including this time she came home, the pocket money she received from her parents and brothers—she also invested that money, planning to give them a little surprise after making a small profit.

Once they were inside the plane, the lavish interior was a sight to behold, with attendants offering them coffee, pastries, and fruits.

"Clark, grab a bite first, then you can retire to the bedroom for a rest."

There were four separate rooms on the plane. The master suite was hers, and of the three guest rooms, only one had been used before by the injured Jack. The other two remained totally untouched. However, they were regularly cleaned and maintained, leaving them spotlessly neat.

"You don’t seem tired, Clark. But you—after staying up late last night, waking up early this morning, and conducting experiments for hours—should rest."

Clark felt guilty, yet admired his sister, who was unlike any other rich young lady he knew—always committed to her business.

Most heiresses would be impeccably dressed, attending all sorts of parties, pampering themselves with spa treatments, and indulging in shopping sprees.

Compared to them, Rose’s life was more fulfilling and meaningful.

"Oh, I just remembered something," Rosemary said, sitting on the single-seater sofa, sipping her lemon water. "I didn’t find anything related to you in Carol’s room."

Upon hearing that, Clark’s eyes darkened.

Rosemary guessed what he was thinking and explained, "They said she’s a traitor. I was wondering if she was afraid to involve you, so she erased everything related to you. If that’s the case, she must love you a lot."

Clark looked up abruptly, his heart pounding at the thought.

"She was protecting you in her own way," Rosemary added, trying to comfort him.

Ever since Carol left, Clark had been desolate for a year. At that moment, hearing that possibility, his heart seemed to revive, full of life again.

"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.

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