Raina Lowell was sent back again. She looked at her son still unconscious in her arms, worried that Adrian Grant and Isabelle Everett might have given him something. She needed to have a doctor check on him. As soon as she got out of the car, Raina Lowell told the bodyguards beside her to call a doctor. But no one paid her any attention, only escorting her into the castle. Raina Lowell had no choice but to carry her son into the house. In the luxurious, opulent castle living room, under the expensive crystal chandelier, a man in fine silk pajamas knelt on the couch, coldly arrogant and noble. His handsome face seemed to be coated with frost, murderous intent filled his brow. Raina Lowell could still clearly see. He was holding sharp shards of a wine glass in his hand, the fragments embedded in his flesh, blood flowing down like water. It looked shocking, terrifying indeed. Afraid he might have an episode, Raina Lowell quickly approached with her son and spoke honestly: "I’ve been away too long, I missed my child, so I went to get him. Damien Sinclair, don’t be angry, haven’t I come back?" She thought she would be safe at Lowell Manor, under Adrian Grant’s protection, escaping this demon. She realized she was too naive. Adrian Grant was willing to incapacitate her child just to be with Isabelle Everett. She could no longer pin her hopes on that man. Rather than staying by Adrian Grant’s side, watching him love another woman, she’d rather be with Damien Sinclair. At least this man was clean, wouldn’t make her nauseous. Damien Sinclair dropped the shards, got up, and approached Raina Lowell step by step. His whole body seemed shrouded in darkness, his eyes blood-red, features terrifying. Like Satan from Hell, he violently grabbed the child from Raina Lowell’s arms and held him high, as if ready to crush his throat. "Damien Sinclair, no." Raina Lowell called out in alarm but didn’t dare to snatch Evelyn back, only trying to calm him down as much as possible. "Listen to me, my grandfather passed away, Evelyn and Aurora are the only thoughts I have left in this world, don’t harm him, or I will die too." She deliberately cried before him, tears streaming down her face. "Damien Sinclair, I beg you, don’t hurt him." The man wouldn’t listen. How could his Raina have a child behind his back? She was supposed to be his. They had signed a contract when they were very young; he would be her slave for life, love her, and cherish her. He would marry her, make her the most noble and happiest woman in the world. How could she have someone else’s child? Damien Sinclair couldn’t control his violent urge, gripping the child’s neck, vowing to kill him. Raina Lowell grabbed a shard of glass from the sofa and pressed it to her neck, threatening Damien Sinclair. "Let him go, if you dare hurt him, I’ll die right in front of you." Her daughter had already disappeared; if anything happened to her son, she wouldn’t want to live. Whether it’s staying here or going back to Adrian Grant, it’s pure Hell. Death would be liberation. Damien Sinclair turned his head, his blood-red eyes watched Raina Lowell pierce the shard into her throat. Blood flowed from her snow-white neck. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ noveⅼfire.net He immediately released the child, snatching the shard from her hand. "Raina, you can’t die, you can’t leave me again." Raina Lowell pushed him away, quickly picked up her son from the ground, and continued crying, pleading: "We’ve been apart for ten years, I never thought I’d see you again, so I had children with someone else. Either kill me or if anything happens to my child, I won’t live." She held her son tightly in her arms, fearing he’d be taken away and harmed again. Damien Sinclair replied without hesitation, "Okay, I won’t hurt him, don’t do anything foolish." He knelt down, hugging the mother and child tightly. "As long as Raina doesn’t leave me, stays by my side, I’ll give you everything." He gently touched the child’s beautiful face, suddenly looking sincere. "Raina’s child is my child, I’ll raise him well." Raina Lowell never expected this man to truly follow her wishes. Seeing Evelyn still unconscious, she quickly requested: "Damien Sinclair, my child hasn’t woken up, can you have a doctor check him?" Damien Sinclair nodded, immediately shouting to the nearby servants: "Call a doctor, quick." The servants nodded and retreated. Damien Sinclair helped Raina Lowell up, tenderly wiping the blood from her neck, his voice restrainedly gentle. "Raina, let’s take the baby to his room, then the doctor can examine him." Thinking of Aurora, she seized the opportunity to add: "I also have a daughter, named Aurora, she’s Evelyn’s twin sister, she disappeared." "Aurora vanished in the sea where you saved me; if I was rescued by you, she should still be alive. Can you help me find her?" Damien Sinclair had only one thought. As long as Raina was good and stayed by his side. The sudden presence of two children didn’t seem to matter to him. It was as if Raina’s were his. So he didn’t lose temper over it, agreeing without hesitation: "Okay, I’ll send someone to find her for you, we’ll help you bring the baby back." Returning to their room and watching Raina Lowell put the child on the big bed. Damien Sinclair pulled her close, insecurely saying: "Raina, I don’t care who the father’s child is, but you can’t leave me again, I’d go crazy, you know?" Raina Lowell, to calm him and for Evelyn’s safety, had to comply. This man was truly mad. One moment rational, another moment insane. Impossible to fathom his thoughts. Who dares stay by his side? If there was a chance, she’d leave with Evelyn. In this anxious wait for the doctor, Raina Lowell was burning with worry. Watching her son, still unconscious, her hatred for Adrian Grant intensified. Next morning, at Lowell Manor. Adrian Grant got up and washed, ready to check on the child. He came to the room, but found the bed empty. Suddenly panicked, he searched everywhere in the villa. Calling out as he searched: "Evelyn Lowell, where are you hiding? Come out to me." "Your mother has left me, you can’t leave me too, Evelyn Lowell..." Adrian Grant combed the villa, but couldn’t find the child. Thinking of the house’s surveillance system. He rushed to the surveillance room. Opening the computer, the screen showing Raina Lowell’s figure stunned him, as if his heart was being fiercely struck.