Goodbye, My Wretched Love

Chapter 38

Chapter 38 Burned Down

"This bracelet is only worth three million.But it's precious to me and holds a special place in my heart.Otherwise, I wouldn't be wasting my time arguing with you here."

Claire scrunched her nose up in disdain.

"You are so shallow.Aren't you ashamed to call yourselves wealthy?"

Elora and Bonita had planned to give Claire a hard time.But her mockery and humiliation infuriated them.

Seeing the two stare at her with wide eyes, Claire wore her bracelet and left with the photo frame.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing the photo frame in Claire's hand, the two ran after her, refusing to give up.

After all, they were determined to cause trouble for her.

"Don't worry.I'm not going to take it with me."

Claire came to the yard and smashed the photo frame.

Elora, Bonita, Marcel, and the servants stared at her, not knowing what she was up to.

To everyone's surprise, Claire pulled out the photo from the frame.

"You..."

"It's my photo.I can do whatever I want.You stay out of it."

Claire waved a finger at Elora, interrupting her.

"If you have a problem, ask Darren to talk to me in person.Otherwise, you better shut up!"

With that, Claire took the lighter and opened it.

The flame rose as she lit the photo.

The fire licked the corner of the picture.

Soon, the snow-white wedding dress in the photo turned black and burnt down.

Then, Claire's bright, smiling face burned down to ashes.

Darren was unhappy about the wedding, so he looked grim in all the wedding photos.

The flames slowly devoured his expressionless face.

Claire dropped the photo.

The last remnant of the picture turned to ashes and vanished into the air.Her failed marriage seemed to have burned down completely with this photo.

Just then, the sound of the car caught everyone's attention.

A black Maybach trundled into the yard.

The door of the Maybach opened, and Marcel respectfully ran to the car. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"Sir?"

Darren got out of the car.

"What happened?"

Looking at the glass pieces and the ashes of the photo on the ground, Darren recognized it was the wedding picture of him and Claire.

A frown lined his forehead.He was supposed to be in the company.

Marcel had called him as soon as Claire arrived, so Darren rushed back home.He didn't expect to see such a scene as soon as he entered the house.

Before Marcel could say anything, Bonita complained, "Darren, why don't you teach this bitch a lesson? She barged into our house and has been creating a scene..."

"Enough, Bonita!"

Darren interrupted her coldly.

"Before you call her ‘bitch’, look at yourself! Do you think you are decent? After Pierce's death, Darren became the head of the Sampson family.Bonita never used her brains, but she knew Darren had developed the Sampson family with his hard work.She was embarrassed, since her younger brother reprimanded her in front of the servants.

Elora had accidentally poured water on her, and her clothes were a mess.She looked at herself and felt ashamed of her inappropriate countenance.

Bonita snorted at Darren and ran into the house.

"Bonita!"

Elora shouted after her and cast a disapproving look at Darren.She was disappointed with him.

"Mom, stop it,"

Darren snapped coldly.His face was taut with rage.

Elora swallowed back her words.

The servants present lowered their heads in silence, not daring to utter a word.

Darren glanced at the ashes on the ground and turned to look at Claire.

Just as he was about to say something, she turned around and left.

"Claire!"

Darren hastily stretched out his hand to hold her arm.