Jovana Shaw discreetly glanced at the water in her hand, and said, "Aurelia Shaw, I grew up with you and know your temper better than anyone. Even if you were given an invitation, if you didn't want to come, no one could force you." This is what she hated the most, despised, why did she live more freely than her?
"Even if you can't stand the sight of me, you should give our dad some face, right? With the younger daughter getting engaged and the older daughter not showing up, how will those uncles and aunts perceive our dad's dignity?"
"He doesn't want me anymore, so why should I care about saving his face?" Aurelia retorted. Those words at the hospital were meant for her to hear, don't think she hadn't noticed.
The intentions of Clara Philips and her daughter, she had long seen through after all these years.
