When Aurelia got back, she came crying that someone Aurelia hired had gang‑raped her; those injuries all over her body couldn’t possibly be fake.

But just now Mason Nightshade said that in fact, it was Aurelia who Aurelia Shaw wanted to harm.

Mason Nightshade would never lie about something like this; could it be that Aurelia Shaw really did...

Balthazar Shaw rubbed at the bridge of his nose with a pounding headache, not wanting to think any further, unwilling to admit that the daughter he’d raised could actually do something this vicious.

...

The fainted Jovana Shaw was helped into the room; her eyes suddenly snapped open, an icy chill seeping through the depths of her gaze.

She’d slipped out while Mason Nightshade’s people weren’t around; who knew she’d run into a group of drunk men halfway and they would actually... All of this was Aurelia’s fault—if not for her, she wouldn’t have come to this damned place, wouldn’t have been injected with drugs, and wouldn’t have been raped by that disgusting crowd of men.

"Mom, tomorrow’s engagement party absolutely cannot be canceled!" Jovana Shaw’s mind was filled with marrying Leo Campbell.

She had no way out now.

Mason Nightshade would never marry her; she’d already given up on that long ago, it was just that she couldn’t swallow the bitterness.

Now that something like this had happened, if she couldn’t marry Leo Campbell, Aurelia would definitely use this against her to tear her and Leo Campbell apart.

That vixen Aurelia would definitely take advantage of the opening and steal Brother Leo away.

"Mom, help me, I can’t lose Brother Leo, I really can’t..." Jovana Shaw cried like rain on pear blossoms.

Seeing it, Clara Philips’ heart ached; her gaze swept over the humiliating marks on her body and she gritted her teeth in hatred. "But baby girl, all these on your body..."

"Milk bath, Mom, a milk bath will get rid of them. The medicine I used to treat my face last time, there’s still some left in the drawer. Get it for me—once I put it on, all the marks will disappear."

Clara Philips handed the medicine over to her, frowning in worry. "But the doctor said this medicine has side effects. If you use too much, it might..."

"They’re all talking nonsense. Isn’t my face fine? My body will be fine too. Someone, run the bath for me, I want to soak." Jovana Shaw stumbled off the bed and walked into the bathroom.

...

Mason Nightshade got back in the car and saw Aurelia lying on the back seat, exhaustion written all over her face. Sensing his return, her lashes fluttered; she sat up, stretched out and lay her head on his lap. "I want to sleep for a bit."

"Alright." Mason Nightshade stroked her hair, indulgent, his touch full of heartache and comfort.

"What about my mom?" she murmured.

"We brought everything up, didn’t leave a single thing behind. If you want, I can even move your mom’s grave to another place," Mason Nightshade said, knowing how much this house disgusted her, wanting to anticipate anything he could do for her.

Aurelia shook her head. "My mom was old; she didn’t like being tossed around. It’s pretty nice there—there are trees, and the flowers you planted. It’s a good place."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, and she gradually fell asleep.

Mason Nightshade let out a quiet sigh; his eyes, dark as a deep pool, turned icy and murderous. "The Shaw Family has been working on a project recently. Pay three times the price and buy that project out. Also, cancel all business collaborations with the Shaw Family. Whatever field they’re involved in, Night Group will lock it down with double the investment."

"Yes, boss." Gustavo Yates nodded, thinking to himself: Balthazar Shaw has really enraged the boss this time. Before, the boss had gone easy on him for Young Madam’s sake, but now he actually dared to hurt Young Madam too—he’s practically begging for death.

"The things I had you prepare on Jovana Shaw—after it’s done, send a copy and project it on the big screen at her school," Mason Nightshade continued coldly.