Jovana Shaw covered her aching face, tears rolling from her eyes. "So…is that house just going to Aurelia Shaw like this? Mom, that's the house you gave me, I won't let that bitch Aurelia have it."
Clara Philips rubbed her aching temples, glancing at Jovana Shaw's swollen face, regretting her heavy hand. What if she accidentally ruined this face? How would her daughter marry into a wealthy family then?
She had worked so hard for years, elevating her not-so-clever daughter to a position in the student council, using her network to groom her daughter into a socialite. Everything she did, how could she let Aurelia Shaw ruin it?
"Don't worry, I'll make her pay the appropriate price! That house is definitely yours!"
Jovana Shaw threw herself into Clara Philips' arms, "Mom, you must help me seize that house. Aurelia's things are mine! She doesn't deserve such good things; they're all mine! They're all things she took from me!"
