Raina Lowell thought Adrian Grant wasn’t a good option either. If he found out that Aurora and Evelyn were actually Elias Sheridan’s children, the consequences could be more terrifying. While Elias Sheridan didn’t dare to claim the children yet, she was determined to insist that they were Damien Sinclair’s. Maybe they would believe her and let her go. To escape from the vicious old man beside her, Raina Lowell stiffened her face and said boldly: "Yes, he is the father of the children. You’ve seen him, haven’t you? He’s younger than you, better looking, and richer." Actually, she didn’t know much about Damien Sinclair’s background. Just from Damien Sinclair’s clothing, food, living place, and the servants waiting on him. It takes some family wealth to squander like that. Especially in the castle, every piece of decor is worth a fortune. Adrian Grant was trying hard to hold back. He had lived for thirty-four years, the first time being disliked this much. Disliked for being old, disliked for being less attractive, and disliked for being poor. In this world, only she, Raina Lowell, dared to say these words. He, a billionaire boss, a man many socialites in Northgate would break their heads to marry, a man who became the country’s youngest entrepreneur at 34 years old. In front of this little woman, he was nothing. Adrian Grant stared at her, his deep dark eyes were wounded, turning so bleak and gloomy. His chest felt like a bottle of old vinegar had been poured into it, unbearably sour and bitter, distressing. His throat moved hard, and only after a long time did he speak in a hoarse voice: "Raina Lowell, he being good isn’t your reason to deceive me." "You’re the first one daring to play me ." Adrian Grant suppressed the anger inside him and instructed Caleb Landon to drive. His chiseled resolute handsome face seemed to be covered in frost, chilling to the bone, intimidating. Raina Lowell held her son’s small hand tightly, inexplicably feeling the temperature in the carriage dropping to extremes. She knew that she’d soon face greater storms, but no matter how Adrian Grant treated her, she would persist. She had to live well to wait for Aurora’s return. And also protect Evelyn, growing up healthy and strong. Newest update provided by novel_fіre.net Suddenly thinking of something, Raina Lowell looked at Adrian Grant carefully. Only then did she see that his thigh was soaked with blood, staining a large patch of his trousers. Thinking of Damien Sinclair’s gunshot earlier, she kindly reminded him: "Should we go to the hospital to treat your injury first?" Adrian Grant looked at the wound on his leg. But he felt the syringe shot into his body was poisonous. It wasn’t time for it to take effect yet. He ignored Raina Lowell’s concern and looked out the car window with a black face. Raina Lowell saw he didn’t seem to be in much pain. Moreover, there was no bullet mark on the pants, the injury shouldn’t be serious. Maybe just a scratch? Since he didn’t care, she couldn’t be bothered to worry. Caleb Landon’s car drove straight to the Grant Family’s old residence. Adrian Grant was the first to get out of the car, walking around it to open the door next to Raina Lowell, roughly taking the child from her arms and handing Evelyn to Caleb Landon. "Take the child to Lowell Manor." Raina Lowell protested, getting out of the car to try and reclaim the child, "Adrian Grant, what are you doing? I don’t want to be separated from Evelyn." "Mom, I don’t want to be separated from you either." Little Evelyn was too scared to lose her mom. Reaching out in the air, wanting to go back to mom’s arms. But Adrian Grant blocked them, preventing mother and daughter from contact. "Send them away immediately." He commanded. Caleb Landon understood, placing Evelyn back into the car and locking the door. When Raina Lowell tried to reclaim the child again, Adrian Grant stopped her, holding her in his embrace, preventing her from moving. Unable to take back her son, Raina Lowell could only coax him: "Evelyn, don’t be afraid. Mom will come to find you." Little Evelyn was still unwilling to be separated from her mother, lying against the car window, crying and shouting. "I don’t want to, mom, I don’t want to be separated from you, I’m scared, mom..." No matter how he pounded the car window and shouted, Caleb Landon still drove away. Listening to her son’s heart-wrenching cries, Raina Lowell’s heart hurt terribly. Unable to break free from the man beside her, she lowered her head and bit his arm hard. Adrian Grant didn’t push her away. Even if extreme pain came from his arm. Even though this woman was a great sinner. She had even given birth to two children for someone else, and had an affair with the children’s father while married. Until this moment, holding her tightly in his arms, feeling the warmth from her. Looking at her as she bit him, the pain she’d inflicted on him was real, and his once broken heart seemed to finally show signs of healing. At least, Raina was still alive. Being alive was more important than anything. Once she had bitten enough and released her jaw, Adrian Grant spoke: "After your accident, Grandpa fell seriously ill, and he’s been in a coma ever since. Considering he was kind to you, you should go and see him!" Raina Lowell paused, stunned. Pushing him away fiercely, she hurried into the villa. It was already evening. Mr. and Mrs. Grant were at home. The couple was startled when they saw someone rushing into the house without greeting. Mrs. Grant was speechless, mumbling to herself, "Who did I see? Did my eyes deceive me?" Roland Grant denied, "Your eyes didn’t deceive you, I saw it too, it’s Raina Lowell." While the couple was bewildered and puzzled, having no idea what was happening, they saw their son entering the house. Mrs. Grant walked over, standing in front of her son, terrified. "Adrian, was that Raina Lowell who just came in? Isn’t she..." The son had even held a funeral for her. How come she’s here now? Adrian Grant explained, "Raina didn’t die. She was rescued after falling into the sea, and I asked her to come and visit Grandpa." Upon hearing that Raina wasn’t dead, Mrs. Grant finally let out a sigh of relief. It was good she wasn’t dead; she really thought she’d seen a ghost. Mrs. Grant asked again: "Then why did she only come back now? She doesn’t seem badly injured and unable to return." Adrian Grant remained silent. He didn’t know how to explain to his parents that the woman had given birth to someone else’s children, and the children’s father had come to find her. She deliberately didn’t return to stay with the children’s father. Adrian Grant felt he couldn’t lose face. Avoiding his parents, he left the words behind, "I’ll go upstairs to check on Grandpa. Mom and Dad, just continue with your meal." Upstairs, in the old man’s bedroom. Raina Lowell pushed the door open, seeing Elias Sheridan giving the old man a drip. She halted, reluctant to face the man who once took advantage of her, yet worried about Grandpa. She forced herself to sit beside the elderly on the bed. Elias Sheridan was startled when he saw her. Unsure, he rubbed his eyes and looked again, couldn’t help but curse. "Damn, you’re not dead?"