But in this state, no one feels sorry for her.

Once her facade is exposed, no matter how pitiful she pretends to be, it only disgusts people.

"They threatened me. If I didn’t agree, they’d kill me. Leo, I was really forced. My heart only belongs to you," Jovana Shaw sobbed uncontrollably.

She tried to grab Leo Campbell’s pant leg, but her outstretched hand was covered in blood, wounded by the shattered glass.

Her entire palm was full of glass shards.

In the past, when he heard such words, Leo Campbell would believe she truly loved him.

But now, after watching this video... he couldn’t believe a word from this woman’s mouth.

Apparently, any man could make her show such an expression.

Once so mesmerized by her in bed, Leo Campbell now felt utterly sickened by her.

...

"Did you do it?" Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow, asking the man beside her.

She had Hadrian Turner gather evidence of Clara Philips’s past with that man and had him pull out the real paternity test results from the hospital. As for the doctor... just a little intimidation and bribery, and he agreed immediately.

Such people would never truly work hard for Clara Philips.

As for Jovana Shaw being gang-raped, she truly didn’t know about it.

She suspected something was off when she went home last time, but didn’t investigate deeply.

That time, Mason Nightshade cleaned up the mess; the video could only have been released by him.

"Yes," Mason Nightshade admitted generously, "When she was escaping, she encountered a group of workers who were drunk, and the incident was caught on surveillance."

"Afterwards, what happened to those workers?" Jovana Shaw was in the wrong, but those people committed rape.

"Do you think she’d let those people go?" Mason Nightshade coldly raised his lips.

Jovana Shaw was even more ruthless than he imagined.

Aurelia Shaw slightly furrowed her brows and stood up.

The drama was over; there was no reason to stay.

"Aurelia!" Jovana Shaw glared at her in hatred, eyes red, stumbling as she climbed up and limped towards Aurelia Shaw.

Her leg had just been broken by a hit.

"It was you, wasn’t it? All of this is your doing, isn’t it?! You vile woman, you wanted to ruin me!"

Jovana Shaw lunged at her.

Aurelia Shaw sidestepped her, watching coldly as Jovana fell onto a table, knocking dishes onto herself, with vegetable leaves on her head, her clothes dripping with soup, and the boiling hot soup scalding her arm a bright red.

"You did it yourself, it’s exposed now, and you’re blaming someone else. Was it you who didn’t do those things? Or was it your mother who didn’t tamper with the paternity test, slandering me as not being the Shaw family’s child, and you are?"

"No, it’s you, it’s all you..." Jovana Shaw screamed in a twisted rage.

"What isn’t?" Aurelia Shaw sneered, "Dare to say none of this is true?"

"It’s not true! I am the Shaw family’s daughter, I am! You’re the bastard child your mother had with someone else."

People only thought these were Jovana Shaw’s hysterical words; after all, the evidence was unmistakably clear.

"After all this, she’s still falsely accusing Aurelia of not being the Shaw family’s daughter. Truly incorrigible," someone coldly mocked.

Aurelia Shaw leaned towards Jovana Shaw’s ear, whispering, "I don’t care about the Shaw family at all; whether I’m their daughter means nothing to me. But I do love to see you desperately want what I can get so easily."

She straightened up, "All of this is your own doing, brought upon yourself. From now on, the Shaw family has no daughter like you.

You, and you..."