"Who are you calling shortsighted?!" Alison raised her hand, aiming a slap at Aurelia Shaw’s face.

Aurelia Shaw’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp cold light flashed in her gaze.

She turned sideways, her foot arch hooking Alison’s ankle.

"Ah!" Alison fell to the ground, glaring angrily at Aurelia Shaw.

Aurelia Shaw let out a cold laugh, just then the door opened and the butler walked out.

The butler paused for a moment upon seeing Alison on the ground, then looked at Aurelia Shaw, "Miss Shaw, the young master has already instructed that you come in."

"Mm." Aurelia Shaw picked up little Ava.

Alison glared resentfully at Aurelia Shaw walking inside, damn it! Why does this bitch always have such good luck and has connections with Mr. Campbell?

...

Aurelia Shaw went in holding little Ava, Mark Campbell wasn’t inside, she glanced around, then put Ava down.

Little Ava picked up a phone and hopped to her.

Aurelia Shaw bent down and saw the content on the phone: I’m going to find him.

Who he was, self-explanatory.

Aurelia Shaw chuckled lightly, and ruffled Mason Campbell’s head, "He’s your dad, you shouldn’t be so impolite."

Mason Campbell pouted, seemingly not liking calling Mark Campbell ’dad’, but he still obediently nodded.

Aurelia Shaw began to wander around inside.

She’s not someone who enjoys prying into people’s privacy, partly out of boredom, and secondly... her interactions with Mark Campbell over time had piqued her interest in him.

Mark Campbell seemed to very much want Mason Campbell to approach him, and also... Jason Carter’s appearances were terribly coincidental at times.

She didn’t like the habit of digging into people’s private lives, but the matter had involved her, so she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t seen anything or just stand here without doing anything.

A photo frame in the corner of the cabinet caught Aurelia Shaw’s attention.

The placement of the frame seemed intended to avoid detection, yet it was kept clean as though often polished like a treasure.

Aurelia Shaw glanced at it, and was instantly stunned.

The woman in the photo... had a face very much like hers.

"Who is this person..." Aurelia Shaw picked up the frame, the woman’s demeanor was elegant and noble, her brows and eyes gentle, lips curled into a mild smile like a comforting spring breeze, she was a very gentle woman.

"Thank you for bringing him back," Mark Campbell’s voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Aurelia Shaw turned sharply.

Mark Campbell looked at her, his gaze shifting to the frame in her hands, his eyes darkened.

At that moment Aurelia Shaw sensed the killing intent.

She too narrowed her eyes fiercely, her brows raised slightly, puzzled by Mark Campbell’s reason for anger.

Because of the woman in the photo she held?

Who was this woman? Why did she look so much like her?

Just resembling, there were some similarities in the brows and eyes, but hers were much gentler than Aurelia Shaw’s.

However, this woman was definitely not Isabella Parker.

"Sorry." Aurelia Shaw put the photo back in its place.

The coldness in Mark Campbell’s gaze also faded away, "I’m the one who should apologize, did I scare you just now?"

"Is this your beloved?" Aurelia Shaw asked.

Mark Campbell fell silent for a moment, "She was Mason’s mother, but she’s already passed away."

"I’m sorry," Aurelia Shaw said softly.

Mark Campbell shook his head, a faint curve at the corner of his lips, "She’s been gone for many years now."

"But it’s clear you have deep feelings for her," Aurelia Shaw remarked.