"I understand, I'll communicate with her and visit you personally when I have time."

This is a family matter, and Teacher Yao didn't want to get involved further, so after a brief chat, they ended the call.

Balthazar Shaw's gaze turned sharply towards Jovana Shaw.

Jovana Shaw's face had already changed dramatically when Teacher Yao mentioned the "document". Her heart pounded violently in her chest out of fear, and as Balthazar Shaw's eyes bore into her, she shuddered and opened her mouth to defend herself.

But she found that no sound came out.

Clara Philips had initially doubted Teacher Yao's words, but seeing Jovana Shaw's expression, she knew—this was true!

This foolish daughter of hers, how could she give someone a written statement like that!

Balthazar Shaw's face was already dark and unsightly.

Clara Philips noticed and quickly changed her approach. She moved over to hug Balthazar Shaw's arm, trying to plaster on a flattering smile before she could manage.

Suddenly, Jovana Shaw's sharp cry rang out.

"You did this, didn't you?" Jovana Shaw's eyes reddened, her gaze wild as she glared at Aurelia Shaw. "You bribed Teacher Yao to falsely accuse me because you dropped out of school early after getting expelled for having a romantic relationship and going to study in M Nation out of desperation. So you're jealous that my grades are better, that I'm the student council president, and you want to ruin my reputation during my college entrance exams, right?!"

"What document? It's not signed by me, you forged it to frame me. What did you promise those hooligans to get them to help you with this? Didn't you sleep with them…"

"Smack—"

Balthazar Shaw slapped Jovana Shaw across the face.

Caught off guard, Jovana Shaw's arm struck the dining table and she fell to the ground, shards of porcelain cutting into her arm. Blood oozed out, mixing with the spilled food all around, giving off a foul stench.

Her already messy hair was now completely disheveled, her face swollen and looking utterly disgraced.

Jovana Shaw was stunned by the blow, dazed for a couple of seconds, before looking at Balthazar Shaw, but before she could speak, her eyes reddened, "Dad, you hit me for her."

"Hold back those tears!" Balthazar Shaw roared, finally having no more patience for her. "All you do is cry, cry, cry. People who don't know would think our Shaw Family mistreats you, with you spending all day in the kitchen helping the maids clean. Are you the lady of this house or a servant? If you love doing the servants' work so much, you might as well become one!"

Balthazar Shaw shouted angrily.

Hearing this, Jovana Shaw's eyes widened, and she cried even harder, "No, I don't want that, Dad, I was wrong, I'll never enter the kitchen again, please, don't make me a servant."

The maids glanced at Jovana Shaw's pitiful state, their eyes discreetly showing smug satisfaction.

Hmph, those two always act so high and mighty, and now finally someone puts them in their place.

Helping them clean?

Tsk, she was just putting on a show for the master, and the moment he leaves, she acts all superior to them.

Nobody knows the true repulsive faces of that mother and daughter better than they do.

This time, the eldest daughter finally avenged them.

Clara Philips' expression changed at these words, and she slapped the table, tears welling up in her eyes, "I've been with you for so many years, endured so much hardship, I don't ask you to be exceptionally good to me, but she's my only daughter and also your own flesh and blood."