Raina Lowell hung up the phone with her son. Just as she was about to drive away, Adrian Grant’s call came in. She pressed to answer, but before she could speak, the other person spoke first: "Bring the dessert you bought to room 801." Raina glanced at the back seat; the dessert was indeed still there. But she needed to hurry back to find her child, so she unwillingly refused: "Ms. Ford just called me, saying Aurora is missing. I need to go back and look for her." Although she figured her daughter was likely still inside the villa. The little girl just hid too well to be found quickly. To comfort her son, she had to return first. On the other end of the line, Adrian Grant spoke with an indisputable tone. "I told you to bring it, so just bring it. Where can a little kid run off to?" She thought it was risky to anger this old man; he was capable of anything. Plus, since both Aurora and Evelyn were with her now, she decided to comply. She took the dessert and personally delivered it to the hospital room. When she arrived, Raina hadn’t expected that it was Isabelle Everett staying in the room. She didn’t look sick, leaning gracefully against the headboard, her makeup immaculate, face rosy, with just a foot exposed and a bit of ointment on it. Raina didn’t care and handed the dessert over to Adrian Grant. "I’m heading back now." She didn’t want to breathe the same air as the two of them. Isabelle Everett called out to her in a soft voice, explaining: "Don’t get the wrong idea, I just twisted my ankle. Adrian is just here to keep me company." Raina stopped in her tracks. Since someone had greeted her, wouldn’t it be rude not to respond? She turned to look at Isabelle, her smile as radiant as a flower: "No problem, anyway, he’s bound to divorce me to marry you sooner or later. You two are the real couple, so there’s no need to explain to me. I won’t disturb you any longer." Not even sparing Adrian Grant a glance, Raina suppressed the bitterness in her heart and tried to leave. Adrian Grant’s cold voice echoed, "Wait for me at the door, my grandfather has someone watching me. Otherwise, I won’t be able to explain later." He opened the dessert and personally handed it to Isabelle Everett. Isabelle looked at him, playfully pleading: "Adrian, I feel like my hands are weak. Can you feed me?" Adrian Grant’s expression wasn’t pleasant. His gaze swept to the small woman at the door. Did she really not care? For a woman who lies so much, she had once claimed to love him. Yet now, with him together with another, she showed no concern, even gladly letting it happen. Is this what she calls love? Adrian Grant’s chest felt heavy. He acquiesced to Isabelle Everett’s request, feeding her personally. Raina couldn’t bear to watch her husband serve another woman. Enduring the pain of it, she left the hospital room. But she didn’t dare stray far, staying by the door. Inside the room, Isabelle Everett’s gentle, playful laughter could be heard. They seemed very happy together. Raina took out her earbuds and plugged them in, forcing herself not to listen or watch. She was already grateful that Adrian Grant tolerated her children being around, so why care about him being alone with another woman. She took out her phone, intending to ask Ms. Ford if she had found the child yet. Before she could dial the number, an unfamiliar call came in. Not knowing who it was, Raina still pressed to answer. An extremely unfamiliar voice came through, "If you want your daughter, go alone to the Westshore beach." Raina froze, her nerves instantly tight as a bowstring. She pressed, "Who are you? Did you take my daughter?" The person said no more, bringing the phone to little Aurora’s ear, and letting her speak. Little Aurora, terrified, cried into the phone: "Mommy, I’m scared, there are so many bad men here and they’re hitting me, sob sob..." Hearing her daughter’s genuine voice, Raina panicked. Anxiously, she asked into the phone, "Aurora, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Before little Aurora could continue, the phone was taken away. The person continued: "If you want your daughter, go alone to the Westshore beach, and listen, if you dare call the police or bring a second person, you’ll never see your daughter again." After speaking, the call was cut. Raina was left standing there, shocked as if struck by lightning. Her Aurora was kidnapped? She refused to believe something that only happened on TV could happen to her. Frantic, Raina dialed Ms. Ford’s number. As soon as the call connected, Ms. Ford’s tearful voice came through: "Miss Lowell, we’ve searched the entire villa, and still can’t find Aurora. Have you come back yet? Should we call the police?" Hearing Ms. Ford’s words, Raina confirmed the previous call was real. Her daughter was really kidnapped. But what kind of people would kidnap her daughter, not asking for money, only asking her to go alone to the beach? The sky was darkening, why call her to the beach? Thinking Adrian Grant might help her. Raina suddenly burst into the hospital room, anxious: Before she could finish, she hesitated. Seeing Adrian Grant feeding Isabelle Everett, the two of them so in love. And the kidnappers warned her, if a second person was brought, they’d make sure she never saw Aurora again. She couldn’t risk her daughter’s safety. Without finishing her sentence, Raina turned and left. She hurriedly ran to her car, racing to the beach as the kidnappers instructed. Watching Raina’s urgent demeanor, Adrian Grant was unsure what had happened. He put down the dessert, telling Isabelle Everett: "You rest well, I’m heading back." Isabelle hastily reached out to grab him, lowering her head with a sobbing tone: "Adrian, I know you’re filial, unwilling to defy the elders and divorce Raina Lowell. I won’t pressure you. I’m willing to let you go and start over, but can you stay with me just tonight? This is the last time." Adrian Grant’s mind was filled with images of Raina running off. Thinking something must be wrong. He removed Isabelle Everett’s hand, his voice turning cold: "You’re not seriously ill, so there’s no need for you to stay in the hospital. I can either take you home or you can stay here on your own." Seeing his impatience, Isabelle Everett decided to accept and compromise: "Fine, then take me home!" Adrian Grant had no choice but to get Isabelle onto a wheelchair and take her home. Downstairs in the hospital ward area, Raina had already taken his car and left. He stood by the roadside, calling Raina Lowell. But she remained on the line with someone else the entire time. Adrian Grant felt a bit annoyed, finally calling Caleb Landon to pick them up. Meanwhile, Raina Lowell was following the kidnappers’ instructions, driving quickly toward the Westshore beach. The night was gradually falling, and through her open window, the sea breeze poured in violently, tangling her hair in a flurry as her anxiety mounted. Occasionally, she could hear her daughter’s faint cries over the phone. Googlᴇ search NoveI[F]ire.net Fearful that they would harm her daughter, Raina called out with a hoarse voice: "I’ll give you anything you want, just please, don’t hurt my daughter. She’s so young."