"It's okay, I've got you." Mason Nightshade gently stroked her back.
"Mm." Aurelia Shaw nestled into his embrace, inhaling the subtle lemon scent on him, thinking: If he deceives me, we'll go down together.
...
Half an hour later, the car drove into the Shaw residence.
Balthazar Shaw and two others were sitting in the living room. Jovana Shaw was battered, lying in Clara Philips' arms as Clara consoled her. Seeing Aurelia enter, she lashed out with a venomous voice, "You vicious woman, how could you treat your sister like this! She's your sister! Even a tiger won't eat its cub. No matter how much you hate Jovana, you shouldn't do this to her!"
Aurelia glanced at Jovana and noticed the numerous wounds on her body. She had only injected her with something, nothing else. Where did these injuries come from? Deliberately inflicted to frame her?
Ha, it doesn't matter anyway.
More or fewer accusations, what's the difference?
