Clara's smile froze, inwardly wishing she could strangle Aurelia, yet her face showed an apologetic smile, "Aurelia, I'm sorry. As your stepmother, I don't even know what you like to eat. Please give the servants a menu later, and I'll personally cook the dishes you enjoy, alright? Don't be angry with mom."
Aurelia looked at Clara's fake face, her almond eyes slightly narrowed, a chill flashing through them.
"Clara, you're not worthy of the word mom."
The cold gaze slid down, sweeping over her neck.
Clara suddenly felt the blood in her veins freeze. The last time's wound hadn't healed, the scar remained on her neck, covered by a silk ribbon. As Aurelia's gaze swept over it, the scar burned, choking her breath.
Clara barely returned to her senses from her gaze, tears squeezed out of her eyes as if she were greatly aggrieved, sobbing, "Aurelia, are you still unwilling to accept me? I know I was wrong before, I shouldn't have lied to you..."
"Enough!"
