Raina Lowell was momentarily frozen, her gaze peeking through the crack between the door. Even though the room’s lighting was dim, making everything indistinct, as a woman, how could she not know what was happening inside? She knew clearly that it was exactly as she imagined. Yet, she was unwilling to give up, she gently pushed open the door, her feet instinctively moving inside. When she saw Adrian Grant pressing down on someone else, with his upper body bare. It felt like thousands of arrows pierced through Raina Lowell’s heart, she felt her insides shattering. And at this moment, the woman beneath Adrian Grant gasped softly, begging: "Adrian, don’t do this, be gentle, please? It hurts." Upon clearly hearing Isabelle Everett’s voice, Raina Lowell simply couldn’t continue watching, turning she rushed out the door. She leaned against the cold wall by the door, tears streaming down her face. She thought she truly didn’t care at all about her husband and Isabelle Everett’s affair. But when she saw with her own eyes the two entangled on her wedding bed, she still felt immeasurable humiliation and despair. That is why in the past month of her absence, Adrian Grant, simply did not care. Not only did he not care, but he even brought Isabelle Everett over for a clandestine affair. For original chapters go to NoveIꜰire.net How could he be so devoid of any moral bottom line? How could he truly make her nonexistent? Raina Lowell felt a chest pain that left her suffocating, unwilling to waste time on two unworthy people, she hurried to her children’s room. She arrived in the room and saw only Evelyn on the large bed, with no trace of Aurora. Raina Lowell became a bit panicked, quickly waking her son. "Evelyn, where’s your sister? Didn’t your sister come back?" "Evelyn, it’s Mommy, wake up, wake up..." No matter how she called, little Evelyn on the bed remained in deep sleep, showing no sign of stirring. Raina Lowell realized something at once, and immediately picked up her son to leave. She couldn’t wake her son, who knew if he’d been drugged by those two? After all, Adrian Grant had always loathed her two children. How would he ever be kind to her children after she was gone? Passing by the master bedroom door, she could still hear the illicit murmurs between a man and a woman inside. In utter heartbreak, Raina Lowell had no desire to linger any longer, clutching her son she briskly left. Out of the villa, reaching the roadside, she hurried to hail a cab heading for the police station. She wanted to report the incident and search for her Aurora. Aurora certainly hadn’t returned. Whether she was dead or alive was unknown. But regardless of the cost, she was determined to find her daughter. On the road by the villa area, taxis were rare. Raina Lowell had no cell phone, couldn’t call a ride-share, and had to walk along the roadside with her son to see if a taxi or kind-hearted person might come by. As she reached halfway, without encountering a passing taxi, several black sedans instead sped towards her, stopping abruptly. A group of people in black exited and swiftly blocked her way. They nodded respectfully at her: "Young Madam, please come back with us." Raina Lowell tightly held her unconscious son in her arms, looking at the group surrounding her. She knew, Damien Sinclair’s people had found her. Forget the police station, she wouldn’t even have a chance to return to Lowell Manor. So as not to let them hurt her children, Raina Lowell obediently got in the car. The room drowned in yellow hue implying a lascivious atmosphere. Adrian Grant, still slightly rational, pinned Isabelle Everett beneath him, squeezed her neck, and spoke hoarsely: "You’re not Raina, Raina is already dead, she’s not coming back." He roughly pulled her up, throwing her off the bed, pointing at the door yelling: "Get out of here, get out." Isabelle Everett, being flung to the floor, grimaced in pain. She couldn’t believe that even with her completely exposed, she couldn’t seduce drugged Adrian Grant into losing control. He was clearly in his thirties, in the prime like a beast of prey. Why would he rather endure than touch her? Seeing him flushed red, struggling hard to hold himself back, Isabelle Everett was unwilling, she rose to approach him. "Adrian, have you misunderstood something about me?" "I didn’t want to do anything, I’m just worried about you, you’re so red, let me help, alright?" She said, raising her chin to kiss him. Adrian Grant, however, in a state of loss, slapped her, while trying hard to restrain himself, angrily shouted again: "I told you to get out, get out." A slap so fierce Isabelle Everett had her ears buzzing. She was shocked and it was hard to accept. This gentlemanly man, he actually hit her. He actually hit a woman. Isabelle Everett couldn’t accept the roughness, seeing Adrian Grant showing no tenderness left, she rose, dressed and left hurriedly. Adrian Grant lay on the bed, heat surging made him sweat profusely, all sticky. Even though every fiber of him was about to explode from holding back, he refused to settle for another woman. He missed Raina desperately. He lay on the bed, eyes staring at the ceiling, no one knew if it were tears or sweat from the corners of his eyes soaking into the sheets beneath him. Isabelle Everett left Lowell Manor and dared not return to The Everett Family. Because in that household, only Ethan Everett treated her kindly. Her foster parents cared for her on the surface, but deep down, they still looked down on her, especially even more so after knowing Raina Lowell and Adrian Grant had married, being very snide. To show the foster parents, she vowed to become Adrian Grant’s wife. But after tonight, Adrian Grant was surely repulsed by her. Thinking about how she had struggled all these years, ultimately gaining nothing, and now bearing three lives on her hands. She was helpless, despairing, returned alone to her apartment. Arriving, Isabelle Everett had not turned on the light. Crossing the entrance, suddenly she saw a lone figure sitting desolately on the couch in the dim living room. Isabelle Everett was startled, shouted, "Who is that?" She immediately turned on the light. After seeing it was Ethan Everett, she relaxed a little. Ethan Everett sat, coldly distinguished, looked up at her, voice ice-cold: "What happened to your face?" Isabelle Everett hurriedly covered her swollen face, heading to the kitchen, "It’s nothing." Ethan Everett followed her with his gaze, "Aren’t you at Lowell Manor taking care of that orphan for Raina Lowell?" Isabelle Everett didn’t reply, fetching ice to apply to her face. Ethan Everett spoke again: "Raina Lowell is dead, do you think Adrian Grant will marry you?" Isabelle Everett bowed her head, thinking of her facial injury and tonight’s Adrian Grant. She knew, despite her efforts, that man wouldn’t truly marry her. Especially disliked by The Grant Family. But to give up , she was really unwilling. Seeing Isabelle Everett persistently unresponsive, and her face hurt badly, Ethan Everett rose to take the ice from her hand, applying it for her. "Don’t degrade yourself, a man abhors women who throw themselves at them." But he wished he could be the man she actively pursued. Isabelle Everett, under the hot gaze of her brother, felt increasingly uncomfortable, taking back the ice she turned away, lied: "Adrian and I are fine, really, and my face was hurt by that child, it’s nothing to do with Adrian."