After saying this, Aurelia Shaw strode upstairs.

Clara Philips was still tossing photos into the garbage bag when a ferocity flashed in Aurelia's eyes. She grabbed Clara by the hair and slammed her against the cabinet.

Clara flipped over and struggled, but Aurelia gripped her neck, her red lips curling into a cold smile.

"It seems you didn't heed my previous warnings, so you dared to repeatedly challenge my limits!"

Clara's eyes trembled as she clutched a vase in her hand, trembling so much that she couldn't bring it down. How... how could anyone be so terrifying?

Once again, she felt the approach of death.

The grip on her neck tightened, making it hard for Clara to breathe. Her face turned a livid purple, her eyes widening and bloodshot, her vision blurring until she thought she was going to die.

Suddenly, the pressure on her neck vanished.

Clara collapsed to the floor, gasping for air while clutching her throat. All she could see were Aurelia's feet and her icy, bone-chilling voice raining down from above.

"Clara Philips, don't covet what's not yours. Just because you've stayed in this family for a long time and are accustomed to being above others doesn't mean it belongs to you. This family bears the name Shaw, not Philips."

Clara dug her fingers into the floor, wanting to retort but not daring to speak up.

This Aurelia Shaw is a complete lunatic!

Seeing Aurelia about to leave, Clara grabbed her by the ankle, "Give me back my daughter!"

Aurelia sneered, "I've told you, your daughter is not with me."

"Instead of wasting your efforts here, why not think about who you might have offended." Seeing Clara raise her head, Aurelia looked down at her eyes, noble and aloof, as if even touching her was an insult,

Clara shivered, her fingers stiffening as a chill swiftly spread through her limbs, reaching the hand gripping Aurelia's ankle. She felt the urge to pull back.

Of course, whether she withdrew or not was irrelevant, as Aurelia gently waved her hand, and Clara automatically let go.

Aurelia walked out of the room.

Thud!

Clara collapsed onto the floor, still trembling with fear.

Who had she offended?

This question echoed endlessly in her mind.

Then Clara's face twisted in realization that she couldn't pinpoint a specific person.

Over the years, she had offended many people taking herself as Mrs. Shaw. To name one… Mrs. Qian was a possibility; a salesperson in her store was another. A former colleague she had blacklisted and left destitute could be an option as well.

Her daughter, where had her daughter gone?

Despair swelled in Clara's eyes, suddenly replaced by a glimmer of hope as she stumbled to her feet and made a call to someone she hadn't contacted in over a decade.

He would definitely have a way.

As Aurelia left Clara's room, the servants had already rearranged the photos. After such an intimidation today, Clara wouldn't dare touch these photos again.

Aurelia's fingers traced one of the photos, her eyes deep and contemplative. The woman in the picture was beautiful and graceful, smiling gently while the little girl in her arms playfully stuck out her tongue.

Buzz buzz!

The sudden ringing of her phone interrupted her thoughts.

Mason Nightshade's video call came through.

She tapped to answer, and his handsome face appeared on the screen, the background showing an elegant and tidy office.