Raina Lowell was being choked and couldn’t breathe. Her small face instantly turned red. She raised her hand to pry Damien Sinclair’s hand off, wanting to catch her breath. But Damien Sinclair was provoked, bending down to get close to her, rubbing his face against hers, trembling with excitement. "You said you have two children, I accepted that, I don’t mind." "But now you’re telling me you have a husband, how can you have a husband? Your husband can only be me." He glared at Raina Lowell, gripping her neck, truly like a madman, softly coaxing her with both tears and smiles: "Raina, you’re not allowed to have another husband, okay? You can only have me, say it, you want only me." Raina Lowell was so uncomfortable she couldn’t speak. Her chest felt suffocated, as if she could stop breathing in the next second. Even her vision of the man in front of her started to blur. The butler was frightened and tried to remind him: "Young master, if you keep on , you’ll strangle the Young Madam. Quickly, let go." Damien Sinclair, shocked, immediately let go and squatted beside Raina Lowell, grabbing her hand to apologize. "I’m sorry, Raina, I didn’t do it on purpose, I was just too scared you’d leave me." "I’ll go kill that person outside right now, then you’ll be mine alone." As he spoke, he got up, his face suddenly turning cold, instructing the butler: The butler wanted to stop him, an old face full of worry, "That’s the president of Grant Group, we can’t fight against the local power." This content belongs to noⅴelfire.net Damien Sinclair shot a cold glance at the butler, completely disregarding the president of Grant Group. Anyone who covets his Raina has to die. Raina Lowell, having a moment to breathe, started coughing violently, taking a long time to recover her breath. Seeing the butler go to get the gun, she truly feared Damien Sinclair would shoot Adrian Grant, and she wouldn’t be able to explain to her grandfather. She hurriedly got up to hold Damien Sinclair, pleading: "Please don’t kill anyone, I’ll go out and tell that person I don’t like him, I’ll divorce him, and let him leave, okay?" Damien Sinclair looked at Raina Lowell gently, his long fingers tidying the few strands of messy hair on her forehead, smiling slyly: "No, Raina can only be mine, you’re not allowed to have a second husband. We’ll kill him, and there won’t be any problem." He patted her shoulder, softly coaxing: "If Raina is afraid, go back to the room to stay with our babies, I’ll handle this and come find you afterward." Raina Lowell shook her head, desperately trying to persuade: "Don’t, Damien Sinclair, after all, Adrian Grant has done good things for me. I’ll divorce him; it’s enough. Don’t kill anyone, I’m scared." She was well aware that this man could truly kill someone when he went crazy. No matter how much she hated Adrian Grant in her heart, Adrian Grant was also her grandfather’s only grandson. Her grandfather was so kind to her, how could she repay kindness with hatred? Damien Sinclair softened. Seeing Raina Lowell genuinely scared to tears, he pulled her head into his embrace, compromising: "Alright, Raina, go divorce him, tell him to get lost, I’ll go upstairs with the babies, and if you can’t make him leave, I’ll shoot him from upstairs." This time he was no longer afraid of Raina escaping. He pushed her away and turned to go upstairs. Raina Lowell broke out in a cold sweat. Outside the castle’s iron gate, Adrian Grant, dressed in a suit, stood there hesitantly, looking anxious. Seeing no one from the castle coming to open the gate, he really wanted to drive in. But just as he was about to get into the car, from inside the iron gate, a familiar figure gradually approached him. Adrian Grant’s heart reignited, unable to suppress the excitement deep inside, calling out with trembling lips through the iron gate: "Raina, Raina, it’s really you." He stepped forward to grasp the iron gate, his chest heaving, "You’re still alive, why haven’t you come to see me, why did you leave with Evelyn after returning?" "Do you know how much I suffered during the month you disappeared?" He so wanted to break through the iron gate to hug her. To hold Raina tightly and truly feel her presence. In this moment, Adrian Grant seemed reborn, his gaze at Raina Lowell filled with joy and happiness. His lashes were soaked with tears. Raina Lowell, however, was expressionless. Standing apart from the iron gate, she coldly said to Adrian Grant: "Didn’t you always want me dead? If I died, wouldn’t that suit your wishes?" She used to think Adrian Grant and Isabelle Everett just had a few pulls and entanglements, nothing substantial happened. Until she saw them both on her bridal bed, her heart was completely dead. This older man was filthier than she imagined and made her more nauseous. Thinking about Damien Sinclair possibly holding a gun upstairs, ready to kill Adrian Grant at any moment. Raina Lowell looked at him without any emotion, saying: "Just leave, draft the divorce papers, we’re divorcing, and from now on, let’s not get entangled with each other." Adrian Grant looked at Raina Lowell’s attitude towards him. Finding it somewhat hard to accept because the iron gate was closed, and he couldn’t get in to be close to Raina. He had to suppress his emotions as best he could to speak to her through the gate: "Raina, please don’t mess around. I don’t blame you for not returning alive to find me, nor do I blame you for hiding the fact that you have two children." "Come out and come home with me now, from now on I will treat your two children well, and we can live our lives happily." He reached his hand through the iron gate, wanting to hold her hand. "Raina, be good, give me your hand." Raina Lowell remained motionless. Seeing Adrian Grant still pretending. Acting as if he truly loved her. If she hadn’t seen him getting intimate with Isabelle Everett with her own eyes, she might have believed it. Raina Lowell smiled and pointed at the castle behind her, "Guess why I’m here?" Adrian Grant glanced at the not-too-distant castle, Caleb Landon had investigated it for him. This castle had been here for thirty years. No one had lived here for the past ten years, only in the past half month had people started residing there. The owner of the castle was named Sinclair. Caleb Landon told him that The Sinclair Clan was involved in dark industries, with the elders having moved abroad fearing legal actions against them. Now, the ones living in the castle were the younger Sinclairs. As for their names, he wasn’t clear. Adrian Grant didn’t know how Raina got involved with such a dark family, but he absolutely couldn’t allow his woman to associate with such people. Otherwise, she’d end up dragged into it sooner or later. Looking at Raina, Adrian Grant patiently and gently coaxed her. "Raina, be good, open the gate and come out. I’ll take you home." He had come alone, otherwise, he would have already had someone break through the gate. Raina Lowell still stood there unmoving, looking coldly at Adrian Grant, and hardened her heart to say: "I lied to you again, actually my children’s father isn’t dead; his name is Damien Sinclair, and he’s come for me." "I just want to be with him and our children, while you, being older, treated me badly, and often humiliated me for other women’s sake. Why should I go back with you?"