"But..." Balthazar Shaw wanted to say something, but Clara Philips poked him and whispered in his ear, "Don’t interfere. I’m creating an opportunity for the sisters to get along. Don’t you want Aurelia to let go of the past, forgive you, and restore the previous relationship? Let Jovana persuade Aurelia. Aurelia is still young, and maybe after some persuasion, she’ll understand your good intentions."
Balthazar Shaw thought about it and found it reasonable. Jovana was more sensible than Aurelia. Letting Jovana persuade Aurelia might really lead her to forgive that incident, so he nodded.
The actions of their parents were observed by Jovana Shaw. Their voices were just loud enough for her, sitting beside them, to hear. Her fingers clenched tightly, a hint of jealous hatred flashed in her eyes.
Aurelia! Aurelia! It’s always Aurelia! In father’s eyes, Aurelia is the most important. Is she not his biological daughter too? Is it only the daughter born of the first wife that is considered his real child?
Jovana Shaw gritted her teeth in hatred, her nails digging deeply into her palms. She wanted to take everything that belonged to Aurelia!
"Then I’ll rely on you in the future, Miss Shaw."
A gentle voice emerged, and Mason Nightshade nodded politely at Jovana, his eyes filled with a smile as he looked at her.
Jovana was momentarily stunned by Mason Nightshade’s gaze. The dark eyes seemed to have a vortex that drew her thoughts in. After a long pause, she dumbly returned to her senses, nodding aimlessly, her heart pounding.
Could it be that Mason also had feelings for her?
She was younger than Aurelia, purer than Aurelia. Although her figure wasn’t as developed as Aurelia’s, in a few years, she wouldn’t be inferior at all. What man wouldn’t have improper thoughts about a woman like her?
No matter how cold Mason was to others, he was still a man. And as long as he was a man, he’d certainly fall for her.
Thinking of this, Jovana smiled joyfully, staring at Mason with a gaze as if she was determined to have him.
After dinner, Mason Nightshade and Balthazar Shaw went upstairs to discuss matters. Jovana Shaw also returned to her room to catch up on homework, and Clara Philips returned to her room as well.
Only Aurelia remained in the living room. She sat on the sofa, hugging a cushion. On the TV screen, the most popular drama was playing, and she watched every detail of the protagonist’s performance intently. Her long, smooth legs were stretched on the table, with one curled up in her arms. Her dress had slipped up to her thighs, but she didn’t notice as she lazily leaned in the corner of the sofa like a cat, her eyelids drooping.
The clock ticked away, and Aurelia felt increasingly drowsy. Her eyelids felt too heavy to lift, and even the changes in the actors’ expressions on the TV screen became blurred.
Her head nodded a few times before suddenly hitting her knee heavily. She gasped, "Sss." Forced back to alertness, she glanced at the time and was immediately annoyed—it was already 11 o’clock, and the two hadn’t finished talking yet. Surely even the biggest issue would be settled within three hours, right?
Aurelia yawned. She hadn’t intended to wait for Mason, but Mason unexpectedly told her she had to wait for him to return together, instructing Gustavo Yates not to make any decisions to take her back without his consent, so she was stuck waiting here.
She just didn’t expect that after waiting and waiting, the two were still in discussion by this time.
The servants in the living room continued busy with their tasks, and no one seemed to notice Aurelia. She had sat there for ages, yet no one brought a blanket or even came to ask how she was.