Aurelia Shaw glanced down at the trembling body beneath her hand, a barely perceptible smile curving her lips.
She leaned closer to Jovana Shaw, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Little Ru, you're being naughty. Naughty children get punished."
Jovana Shaw's face turned pale, her pupils dilating as her eyes widened in terror.
"Little Ru." At that moment, a middle-aged woman's voice rang out unexpectedly.
Jovana Shaw's thoughts were brought back; she glanced at Aurelia Shaw, stumbled back two steps, and looked at Clara Philips, tears welling, before running into Clara Philips' arms, "Mom..."
Clara Philips saw her daughter's frightened expression, raised her head and glared at Aurelia Shaw, "What did you do to Little Ru again? I haven't settled the matter of you locking Little Ru in the graveyard last time with you, and now you intend to do something to her in the hospital? Planning to lock her in the morgue when no one's around?"
