Clara Philips' face turned pale, then blue, then nearly black. That little brat kept implying she was just a servant in the house, and she hated it the most when Aurelia said that.
So what if that woman was pampered? She was still a short-lived ghost, and now the mistress of the Shaw Family was her, the one enjoying all this was her.
Thinking of this, Clara felt much better. She dared not say this in front of Balthazar Shaw, because she still had to play the understanding stepmother who was being troubled by her stepdaughter.
"Aurelia, why are you at the hospital too?" Clara asked.
Aurelia raised her eyebrows.
Seeing Aurelia didn't want to talk, Clara exclaimed, "Could it be you're not feeling well somewhere? Looking closely, you seem too haggard. Did something happen that you're busy worrying both me and your father?"
