The ever-calculating Clara Philips surprisingly didn’t quickly notice the change in Balthazar Shaw’s emotions earlier. She forgot that Mason Nightshade was also present, witnessing Mason Nightshade’s attitude toward Aurelia last night. How would Balthazar Shaw dare to get angry at Aurelia?
Moreover, the look just now was clearly a warning.
Despite his high status and position, making him unafraid of Mason Nightshade, this young man’s methods are ruthless and swift, so it’s wise to be cautious. Furthermore, it seems there is a strong and mysterious support backing Mason Nightshade, considering his past as a soldier... Balthazar Shaw is smart enough not to take this risk, regardless of whether his speculation is true or false.
"Enough!" Balthazar Shaw hissed, anger darkening his face. "Look at yourself now! Hurry back to your room and stop embarrassing yourself here!"
Embarrassing herself? Clara Philips clenched her fingers, glaring resentfully at Balthazar Shaw. She had been with him for nearly 20 years, serving as his mistress for over five. Even if there were no affection, there was at least some bond after so many years. Yet now he finds her embarrassing? As expected, the only woman in his heart is the one who died over a decade ago!
"Fine, I’m embarrassing, should I just leave? I’ll leave this home to you and your daughter. Whatever I do is wrong, I’m nothing but an outsider." Clara Philips cried as she walked out, tears streaming down like broken beads.
Jovana Shaw suddenly stepped forward, hugging her, tears flowing down as she sobbed, "Mom, I don’t want you to leave. Dad, please apologize to Mom, okay? Okay? Little Ruo doesn’t want to be without a mother. Everything is Little Ruo’s fault. If you’re upset, take it out on me; it’s all my fault. Don’t make Mom leave."
Jovana Shaw’s eyes were red, her head shaking continuously, black hair loose and messy on her cheeks, stuck by tears, evoking a sense of pity and heartache. Her tear-dimmed eyes held both pleading and fear.
Balthazar Shaw suddenly paused, seeing the fear in Jovana Shaw’s eyes, images of young Aurelia surfaced in his mind.
When she first lost her mother, young Aurelia was the same, holding him, crying with those eyes, pleading, "Daddy, let Mommy come back, please. Aurelia doesn’t want to lose Mommy."
"Sigh, I was just saying a few words. Why such a fuss? Do you really want to leave? Our daughter is so grown up, what’s the need for this old couple’s quarrel?" Balthazar Shaw’s tone softened. "Little Ruo, quickly bring your mom back, you..."
"I’m full," Aurelia spoke indifferently, suddenly interrupting Balthazar Shaw, turning coldly to walk upstairs. "Going back to my room first."
Seeing this, the servant hurriedly followed to support her. Having witnessed how she treated Clara Philips earlier, she dared not be negligent. Now she understood, the young lady would treat others the way they treated her. If one didn’t provoke her, it was fine, but if they did, she would definitely return it tenfold.
Clara Philips was the lady of the house, but the young lady was also rightfully a master of this house.
Clara Philips had been with Balthazar Shaw for so many years and understood his temper well. This was already a concession on his part. She wouldn’t tactlessly continue to create a scene. If she continued, Balthazar Shaw might get fed up and really drive her out of this home.
However, through this incident, she realized that men are unreliable, and the only one she could rely on was herself.
"Enough, I want to rest for a while, you may leave." Returning to the bedroom, Aurelia waved the servant away, speaking coldly.