Chapter 23
Tiffany was rooted to the spot. "What?"
"Since you've married him, just try to live a good life," Clifford said calmly before looking up at the old man in front of him—Ernest Grant. "Don't hit her. You know what the consequences will be if you do."
Ernest nodded repeatedly before stepping forward to grab Tiffany by the wrist. "Let's go back, dear. I'll take good care of you."
Even if he couldn't hit her, Ernest still had plenty of ways to torture someone.
Besides, he was old and ugly, while she was like an exquisite flower. That itself drove her mad.
Tiffany struggled like a madwoman. "Clifford Sinclair! How could you do this to me? You promised that you would always protect me! You said that I was the most important person in your heart! Cliff… I was wrong, Cliff…"
Her hysterical cries gradually grew distant, and Clifford returned to his study without a single glance back.
He personally set fire to everything related to Tiffany—photos, gifts, the paintings she had drawn as a ch

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