Sinclair acted like he didn’t hear anything, his handsome face wearing a charming and tender smile directed at Raina Lowell. "Don’t be mad, Rainabelle. If you feel stuffy here, then let’s go home. It won’t be stuffy there." As he spoke, he coldly ordered towards the door: "Someone, prepare the Young Madam for discharge." Immediately, maids entered, helping Raina Lowell wash up, comb her hair, change clothes, and pack her luggage. Raina Lowell was unwilling, standing up to avoid the maids, and angrily shouted at Sinclair: "What do you want to do? Lock me up in your castle like when we were kids? Sinclair, you’re an adult now. Don’t you know this is illegal?" She absolutely couldn’t go with him. She needed to return to Lowell Manor to see Aurora and Evelyn. She didn’t know how long it had been, whether Aurora and Evelyn missed her and cried. And what about Adrian Grant? Would he look for her and worry after her disappearance? Newest update provided by NovelHub(.)net Thinking of that man accompanied by Isabelle Everett, perhaps her existence didn’t matter at all! She should be worrying about her Aurora first. "Rainabelle, are you angry with me again? I haven’t done anything wrong. I just wanted to take you home." Sinclair pushed aside the maids, stepping forward to grasp Raina Lowell’s shoulders, emotions swirling in his dark eyes. "Do you know how I’ve been longing for you these ten years? I dream of you returning every day." "Why don’t we go home, okay? Be good, Rainabelle, put on the clothes, and we go home, no refusing. It will make me sad." He was agitated, tightly gripping her arms, not letting go. Seeing his once elegant face now twisted and horrifying, Raina Lowell dared not provoke him further, only to strategize quietly. This was a demon, a madman. If something went wrong, she might die before him. Raina Lowell softened her tone, lowering her head. "Let go of me first, it hurts." Sinclair, frightened, hurriedly released her, returning to protecting her with a face of tenderness. "I’m sorry, Rainabelle. I didn’t do it on purpose. Please don’t be mad, okay?" Raina Lowell compromised, letting the maids help her dress. But just as she was discharged, there were already four Rolls-Royces waiting at the hospital entrance, with dozens of bodyguards in black lined up in two rows. It was as if the area had been cleared in advance; there was no one extra around. Led by Sinclair, Raina Lowell walked towards the luxury car by the roadside, not seeing a single pedestrian. This spectacle was something she hadn’t seen even after being married to Adrian Grant as Mrs. Grant for a year. Evidently, the family behind Sinclair must be powerful and formidable. If she had a chance to escape, she didn’t know whether Adrian Grant would help her, opposing Sinclair. Raina Lowell knew she was stepping into the tiger’s den once more, a tiger not to be provoked. She had no way to escape, only to obediently leave with him. Adrian Grant returned home from work, looking weary. He intended to check on the children but was stopped by Isabelle Everett coming from the dining room. "Adrian, you’re back. I have prepared dinner. Come taste my cooking." Adrian Grant halted his steps, his handsome face looking so haggard and depleted, with stubble darkening his chin due to neglect. Looking at Isabelle Everett, he spoke languidly. "You cooked? Where’s Madam Cole?" Isabelle Everett laughed, "She had some family matters and went back." In truth, she sent her away. Ms. Ford was also dismissed. Anyone who helped Raina Lowell, she couldn’t keep. Now, in the whole of Lowell Manor, it was just her and the simple-minded Evelyn Lowell. The man before her, as long as he ate her cooking tonight, would also be hers. "I’m not hungry, you eat by yourself. I’ll go check on Evelyn." Adrian Grant threw down his words and went straight upstairs. Isabelle Everett wasn’t pleased, hurriedly reaching out to hold him, feigning a pained expression. "Adrian, it’s been a month since Raina passed. You’ve become so thin. Could you not torture yourself anymore? After all, you have to raise Evelyn for her." Hearing the name Raina, Adrian Grant’s heart twisted again. It turned out Raina had only been gone a month. He thought it had been years. Yet in these days without Raina, he lived like a walking corpse, days felt like years. He knew continuing wasn’t good. Evelyn needed him, The Grant Family needed him. Raina and Aurora needed him to offer incense and burn paper to them every year. Faced with Isabelle Everett’s pleas, Adrian Grant turned to the dining room. Isabelle Everett poured him wine and served the dishes. "Adrian, you haven’t tried my cooking yet, have you? Try it, and if you like it, I’ll cook for you every day from now on." Looking at the delicacies on the table, Adrian Grant still found no appetite. He asked, "Has Evelyn eaten? How is he today?" Isabelle Everett replied gently: "He has eaten and gone to bed in his room. You know, these days he doesn’t like to socialize, always locking himself up." She coaxed Adrian Grant to eat the dishes she had secretly drugged. "Please eat something, if you collapse, who will take care of Evelyn in the future?" Adrian Grant couldn’t have imagined that the seemingly understanding, gentle Isabelle Everett would drug him. Without any defenses, he ate the food Isabelle Everett placed in his bowl despite having no appetite. After dinner, he went upstairs to check on the child. Isabelle Everett was cautious, not daring to use too much drug. Otherwise, it would raise suspicion. Once Adrian Grant was upstairs, she got up to tidy the dining room. Then followed upstairs, arriving at the child’s room. Seeing Adrian Grant sitting at the bedside watching the child, she quietly approached to suggest: "Adrian, you’ve been busy all day. You must be tired. I have prepared a bath for you; go freshen up and rest. Let the child sleep." Adrian Grant did feel somewhat unwell. His body was hot and flushed. Isabelle Everett glanced at the child, also drugged with a sleeping pill, then smiled coldly and turned to follow him. Taking advantage of the moment no one was noticing, Raina Lowell quietly climbed into the back of a delivery truck supplying the castle and hid, successfully escaping the castle. Once the truck reached and stopped in the city, she jumped off, hailing a cab to Lowell Manor. Using the expensive jewelry Sinclair gave her, she handed it to the taxi driver as fare, immediately entering the house right after in fear of Sinclair’s people finding her. Fortunately, the villa’s password reverted. Stepping into the villa, Raina Lowell finally sighed in relief. She finally came back. It had been a full month since she fell into the sea until now. Aurora should have been found by the police by now. Evelyn should also be safe. Raina Lowell tried to steady the stirring emotions in her chest, urgently wanting to see her two children. Though it was just eight in the evening, she didn’t understand why the villa was so silent, and the lights weren’t on. At this time, it was unlikely that the children were all asleep. Raina Lowell went upstairs, intending to head to the children’s room. But passing by the master bedroom, she heard ambiguous sounds of entangled breaths coming through the slightly ajar door.