That night, Adrian Grant was at the cemetery. He clutched Aurora’s tombstone, crying to the point of fainting several times, continuously apologizing until his voice was hoarse, unable to make a sound, but his tears kept flowing. Elias Sheridan couldn’t pull him away no matter how hard he tried, so he simply sat beside him, keeping him company. The two of them stayed until dawn. Even when the morning came, Adrian Grant was reluctant to leave. Looking at the child’s photo on the tombstone, he raised his hand to gently caress it, his eyes still moist, and his heart still aching. He recalled the first time the child saw him, she liked him very much and kept calling him Daddy. But at that time, he thought she was someone else’s child and felt disdain. Even when Aurora was seriously injured, she didn’t remember anyone else; she only called him Daddy. But what did he do as her father? Out of revenge against the child’s mother, he coldly pushed the child away. No matter how the child’s mother knelt and cried, begged him, he remained indifferent. He killed his own biological daughter. Kneeling there, Adrian Grant, once so proud and ruthless, was now in such agony. He knew that apologizing wouldn’t bring his daughter back, yet for a moment, he felt an impulse to stay here, wanting to accompany his daughter for the rest of his life. He buried his head, hitting it hard against the tombstone. Elias Sheridan watched, his heart wrenching. He hurriedly raised his hand to stop him, "Adrian, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?" Adrian Grant replied hoarsely: "I should be with her, apologize to her in person. She’s so young, she shouldn’t have gone." "It’s all my fault; I’m not fit to be their father. I deserve to die." As he continued to hit the tombstone, his forehead became mangled, blood and flesh blurred, tears covering his face, yet the pain in his heart could not be alleviated. At this moment, he truly only wanted to follow his daughter. Perhaps it was from staying up all night, emotions never calming, and after hitting his head several more times. Adrian Grant only felt a darkness before his eyes, losing consciousness and fainting. Elias Sheridan hurriedly carried him back to the car, driving him home. Knowing that when Adrian wakes up, he would likely still be burdened with guilt and sorrow. Perhaps only Raina Lowell and Evelyn could comfort him. After settling Adrian Grant at Lowell Manor, Elias Sheridan dialed Raina Lowell’s number. Raina Lowell was still at The Everett Family, having a meal with her son and Alaric Jennings. Mr. Everett had spent the night at the hospital and hadn’t returned, while Ethan Everett had left early in the morning. Raina Lowell picked up the phone and, seeing it was Elias Sheridan calling, she set it to silent and didn’t want to answer. Those two men, she never wanted to see them again in her life. Alaric Jennings asked her, "Why aren’t you answering?" "It’s someone unimportant." Raina Lowell patted her son’s head, telling him: "Evelyn, in a while, keep Uncle Jennings company; Mommy has to go out for a bit, is that okay?" Little Evelyn nodded, "Okay, Mommy, you go ahead and do your thing. I’ll take good care of Uncle Jennings." Alaric Jennings added, "We could actually go to the hospital with you." He thought Raina Lowell was heading to the hospital to visit the elders. But Raina Lowell shook her head, "I’m not going to the hospital; I’m heading to the detention center." She wanted to see Isabelle Everett. Ask her why she wouldn’t plead guilty. Did she really think she still had a chance to get out, that Ethan Everett would save her? She shouldn’t expect to ever have the chance to overturn things again in her life. Alaric Jennings understood and let Raina go. After breakfast, Raina Lowell tidied up and drove out by herself. Just as her car left The Everett Family, another car came over and blocked her path. And seated in the driver’s seat was Elias Sheridan. Raina Lowell wondered why he was here. Thinking about the call he made earlier. Knowing he was likely here looking for her, Raina Lowell wasn’t in the best mood; she rolled down her window, sticking her head out unceremoniously: "Could you move your car away and not block others?" Elias Sheridan got out of the car, coming to Raina Lowell’s window with a face full of shame. "Raina, Adrian is sick; can you go to Lowell Manor and see him?" Earlier, after taking Adrian back and dressing his wounds, he passed out after taking his medication. Knowing that Adrian would still be emotionally unstable when he woke up, all Elias could do was plead with Raina Lowell. But Raina Lowell was indifferent, her voice cold: "Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me. I have nothing to do with him now. If you don’t move your car, don’t blame me for driving into it." "I’m begging you, could you please?" Elias Sheridan had humbled himself significantly. Raina Lowell looked at him, couldn’t help but laugh, "What do you think you are? Just because you beg me, I have to comply?" "Elias Sheridan, you and Adrian Grant are two of a kind. The people I most don’t want to see in my life are you two. Get away from me." She rolled up her window and started her engine. Driving straight into Elias Sheridan’s car and forward. Elias Sheridan didn’t try to stop her. It was the first time he saw Raina Lowell being so rough and wild. His million-dollar luxury car was just destroyed like that. Adrian hadn’t woken up yet; he dared not tell Raina Lowell about them knowing little Evelyn was Adrian’s kid. Immediately, he should continue back to Lowell Manor to take care of Adrian Grant! Prevent him from waking up and thinking irrationally again. At the detention center, Raina Lowell, separated by a glass window, saw Isabelle Everett. She had completely lost the pride and aura of a rich family’s daughter she once had. Maybe it was because of her injuries, but she looked dispirited and her face was pale. Even her walk was limping, so weak that she looked like she might fall at any moment. She wasn’t surprised to see Raina Lowell and sat down in the chair. Raina Lowell picked up the phone and asked her, "I heard you don’t want to plead guilty?" Isabelle Everett gave a bitter laugh, meeting Raina Lowell’s gaze, "What did I do? Why should I plead guilty?" If she didn’t admit to murder, she wouldn’t face the death penalty. As long as it’s not the death penalty, she still had a chance to get out. No matter how much evidence Raina gathered against her, at most, it could only add a few more years to her sentence. "Isabelle Everett, you really are on death’s door without realizing it. Let me tell you, if you don’t plead guilty, you’ll never get out. I’ll make sure someone takes care of you inside." Even if it meant torture, she’d torture her to death. But Isabelle didn’t care and laughed, "Really?" "Maybe I could be out in less than a month?" Raina saw that she was utterly fearless, not the least bit afraid. For some reason, she felt a bit uneasy. Under what circumstances could Isabelle get out? Suddenly, Raina thought of something. She asked Isabelle, "Are you pregnant?" Isabelle’s expression changed and she immediately denied, "No." "If you didn’t know you were pregnant, how could you be so confident that you can get out?" Raina believed she had guessed right. She must be pregnant. She absolutely could not let this woman get bail because of pregnancy. Regardless of whose child it was, it couldn’t be kept. Consider it as revenge for her Aurora. "I’m not, I just believe that Ethan loves me enough to find a way to get me out." Fearing that Raina would send someone to act against her in advance, Isabelle was a bit flustered and hurried to argue. But Raina was already certain that she was pregnant. She got up and left a remark, "You’ll never see Ethan again and Ethan will never know you’re carrying his child." "Isabelle Everett, you killed my Aurora and Grandpa Grant, prepare to use you and your child to accompany them in death!" Raina hung up the phone, coldly turned and left. Left behind, Isabelle stood up, supporting herself on the table, wildly shouting at her. But no matter how much she shouted, Raina heard nothing. Things would be dealt with as they should be. Raina went to see the detention center doctor. She inquired about Isabelle’s situation and indeed, she was pregnant. She also learned that in such cases, there was a chance to be bailed out until after childbirth before serving the sentence. There was no way she would let Isabelle have another chance to get out. Follow current novels on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 That wicked woman didn’t deserve to have a child. After arranging everything, Raina drove to the hospital. When she arrived, Ethan was by his mother’s bedside. She went over and sat down beside them, and bluntly said: "Mom, bro, I’m having the lawyer file the lawsuit as soon as possible. Next month it should go to trial and get a verdict." Raina specifically asked Ethan, "Bro, what sort of sentence would you find satisfactory?" Before Ethan could answer, Mrs. Everett angrily said: "At least get her a twenty-year sentence. Such a woman, ungrateful and ruthless, I hate every penny spent on her all these years." A person who even kidnapped and murdered her adoptive mother. It would be best if the court sentenced her to death. Ethan kept his head down in silence for a long while. Urged by Raina, he still couldn’t help but speak for Isabelle. "Sis, mom, I know Isabelle hurt you deeply, but after all, she lived in this house for so many years, I still have some feelings for her. How about..." "Even now, you’re still thinking about her?" Mrs. Everett was furious, her old face had sunk. Ethan didn’t deny it, "Mom, I truly love her." "But I also know she committed an unforgivable crime. I’m not pleading for her, but can we reduce her sentence a bit, ten years?" If ten years, Isabelle would still be under forty when she got out. He’s willing to wait. Mrs. Everett wanted to explode, but she saw her daughter laugh. She suddenly fell silent, staring at her daughter puzzled. Raina said calmly, "No wonder you were willing to hold me down to apologize to Isabelle back then." "No wonder you almost killed me because of her." "I can see that you really do love her, such a deep and earth-shattering love." She immediately turned cold, her eyes like knives stabbing fiercely at Ethan, filled with hatred and ruthlessness. "But listen to me Ethan, she killed my daughter, killed Grandpa Grant, I will never let her come out alive." "If you dare to see her one more time, I won’t spare you either." Such a brother is better not acknowledged. Raina, full of anger, stormed off. Ethan called out, but he didn’t chase after her. Mrs. Everett heard her daughter’s words, slapped Ethan in anger. "You held Raina down to apologize to Isabelle? You nearly killed Raina?" Ethan felt he was wrong, lowered his head to accept his mother’s slap. Mrs. Everett hated him fiercely, afraid that Raina would distance herself from them because of this, she angrily grabbed Ethan and started hitting him again.