Upon realizing she had let something slip, Jovana Shaw looked at Aurelia Shaw with fear.
Last night.
Clara Philips grasped this crucial piece of information, snatched the mouse, and rewound the surveillance footage to last night's video.
Aurelia Shaw stood beside her, her lips pressed into a straight line.
The video swiftly moved forward several minutes, finally capturing a figure on screen.
Jovana Shaw staggered into the surveillance range, and suddenly, as if she lost all strength, collapsed to the ground and passed out.
Throughout the whole process, no second person appeared.
Clara Philips stared at the surveillance footage in disbelief, rewound it, slowed it down, and watched it again.
Nothing! She watched it again, and still nothing.
"How is this possible," she muttered, looking at Jovana Shaw, who also wore an incredulous face, knowing her daughter had no clue what was going on.
If her daughter wasn't lying, no, her daughter would never lie.
