Listening to what Raina said, Adrian Grant felt a bit dazed. Each and every word she uttered was like sharp needles cruelly stabbing into his heart. The father of those two children isn’t dead; he came looking? Was it because of the children’s father that Raina faked her own death to escape? Adrian Grant didn’t want to believe that the woman in front of him performed a death drama just to leave him and reunite with the children’s father. It absolutely wasn’t like that. Adrian Grant tried to remain calm and gently persuaded: "Raina, don’t talk nonsense. I don’t blame you for not dying or not coming home. Please come out first, and we can discuss whatever it is at home, okay?" Raina Lowell sneered coldly. "Home? Are you referring to Lowell Manor? Going back there to see you and Isabelle in bed together?" This man was rotten to the core. In order to be with Isabelle, he was vicious enough to drug her children with sleeping pills. No matter how deeply she might have loved him once, she could never go back to him. There was nothing to talk about between them except divorce. "What are you talking about?" Adrian Grant frowned deeply, his handsome face darkening. Seeing Raina’s indifferent, distant demeanor, his heart inexplicably became anxious. He was afraid that what she said was true. Afraid that she refused to come home for another man. He was getting a bit annoyed. "When did Isabelle and I ever lie in your bed? Can you stop wronging people ?" Raina Lowell didn’t want to waste words with him. She was afraid that if she delayed any longer, people inside the castle would start shooting. For the sake of the old man’s life in front of her, she had to resolve things quickly. "Adrian Grant, listen carefully. I don’t love you, and I don’t want to maintain the marriage because of Grandpa. Prepare the divorce papers and then come find me." Adrian Grant called out to her calmly. "Raina Lowell, first clarify things with me. Did you fake your death to be with the children’s father?" Does she know how he’s lived this past month? He thought she was truly dead and would never return. Over this month, he repented, felt guilty, agonized, suffered. He even visited her grave no less than ten times. She was actually faking her death. She stayed alive and didn’t return home. Adrian Grant tried to suppress the emotions clogging his chest, waiting for the little woman in front of him to give him an explanation. Raina Lowell stopped but didn’t turn around. With her back to him, she denied: "I didn’t fake my death, but Adrian Grant, I saw with my own eyes you and Isabelle tangled in my bed, so I left with Evelyn." "Since you were willing to drug my child to be with Isabelle, then I will grant your wish and never return in this lifetime. Go away; don’t ever appear before me again except to send the divorce papers." Feeling there’s no need to entangle with him any longer, afraid that Damien Sinclair inside the castle would shoot, Raina Lowell hurried back. Adrian Grant didn’t pursue it further. Last night, he felt physically unwell, and Isabelle came to the room to take care of him. They did have some entanglement on the bed. Around that time seemed to be when Raina appeared and took Evelyn away. But he and Isabelle weren’t entangled in a passionate, romantic manner. He hadn’t even touched Isabelle. He hadn’t drugged Evelyn either. Watching Raina Lowell’s retreating figure, head unturned, Adrian Grant felt thoroughly abandoned. Unable to find a sense of belonging. His eyes turned crimson, lips trembling, throat so swelled and achy it couldn’t utter a sound. As if he were a bug caught in a spider’s web, unable to break free, unable to breathe. He just stood there, motionless. Once Raina Lowell went inside, she hurried upstairs to find Damien Sinclair. She saw him holding a gun, standing by the window in the room. Raina Lowell quickly spoke, "Damien Sinclair, don’t act rashly. I’ve clarified things with him. He will leave." Damien Sinclair looked back, gesturing her over, "Raina, come here." Raina Lowell approached him. Damien Sinclair pulled her into an embrace with his slender shoulder, rubbing his cheek against hers, gesturing her to look down the gun barrel. "Do you think I can hit him?" Raina Lowell saw that the muzzle was aimed at the doorway where Adrian Grant stood. He was still standing there, not leaving. Why wasn’t he leaving? Didn’t he love Isabelle? She had clarified everything to him; why wasn’t he leaving? Afraid that Damien Sinclair would fire, Raina Lowell pleaded, "Please don’t shoot, okay? Didn’t I already come back?" "Besides, it’s illegal to kill someone, unless you want to be arrested." Damien Sinclair acted as if he hadn’t heard. Taking her hand to hold the gun, leaning close to her ear, his breath carried the fragrance of orchids. "Raina, don’t be afraid. I’ll kill him, then no one will dare to fight me." As he spoke, his eyes darkened with brutality, gripping Raina Lowell’s hand and pulling the trigger. Raina Lowell resisted, struggling fiercely. But her strength was no match for the man beside her; the bullet was still fired. She witnessed Adrian Grant suddenly crouching down. Frightened, Raina Lowell pushed Damien Sinclair aside, shouting in panic: "I told you he’d leave, why did you still shoot? You’re simply a lunatic, a devil!" Afraid that something might happen to Adrian Grant, she turned around and tried to rush over. Damien Sinclair grabbed her, laughing manically. "You’re worried about him? You care for him? You dare to feel pain for him?" He tossed the gun aside, grabbing her shoulders, frenzied: "Yeah, I’m a lunatic; didn’t you know that since you were young? If only you hadn’t left me, I’d have been fine." "It was you who pushed me to be this way, don’t you know that?" "Raina, I’m telling you, this lifetime, you mustn’t imagine escaping me. Listen carefully, don’t ever care for another man, or I’ll kill your baby along with him." His eyes were bloodshot and brutal, his expression hideous. Like a devil from hell that incited terror in people’s hearts. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel{f}ire.net Raina Lowell was scared by his appearance. She collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably. Damien Sinclair crouched down, hugged her, his demeanor suddenly gentle as he coaxed her by her ear. "Raina, don’t be afraid. As long as you don’t leave me, I won’t hurt you." In this moment, Raina Lowell felt utter despair. If she knew being rescued would plunge her into another terrifying abyss, she genuinely would rather have died at sea. At the castle entrance. Adrian Grant painfully extracted a syringe from his leg. Looking at the castle not far away, he knew the syringe was a warning from those inside. Sinclair family’s young master. Dare to steal his wife, and stay at Northgate, was this not a challenge to his authority? Just then, Caleb Landon’s men arrived. Seeing the president injured, his leg bleeding, they hurried to support him. "President, are you okay? How did your leg get hurt?" Adrian Grant endured the pain, sat in the car, and instructed: "Surround the castle for me, call the police to handle it."