"Mom, do you think, could her bank card be the one she stole?"
Jovana Shaw's words hit Clara Philips like a bucket of cold water, suddenly realizing that it was a real possibility.
Seeing Clara's reaction, Jovana knew this could be true, "After the last time Aurelia came home, have you checked these things again?" she asked.
"How could I possibly look at them often," Clara replied, pursing her lips. "This is not something your father should know about, I'm too busy guarding against him to dare to frequently dig them out. Besides, these things are under my bed, safer than anywhere else."
"But Aurelia could've entered your room, couldn't she?" Jovana asked.
Clara fell silent.
Her room was never locked; the servants could come and go as they pleased, but they would never dare to touch such private things, unless...
If Balthazar Shaw had found out, they would certainly not be living so peacefully now.
Only one possibility remained.
The person who took the bank card was—Aurelia!
