Raina Lowell spent another whole day at the old house watching over the elderly. Yet, the elderly still showed no signs of awakening. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net Hearing the sound of a sedan coming from the courtyard downstairs, she knew that Adrian Grant was likely bringing Evelyn over at this time. Raina Lowell went downstairs to greet them. But when she stepped out of the villa and stood on the steps, she saw only Adrian Grant getting out of the car alone. There was no sign of Evelyn. Uncertain, Raina Lowell rushed over to search the car thoroughly, but still did not see Evelyn. She turned around to face Adrian Grant behind her and asked anxiously: "Where is Evelyn? Didn’t you say you would bring him over after you finished work?" Adrian Grant stood there upright. He was dressed in a brown suit today, which wrapped around his tall and perfect physique, mature and elegant. The expression on his handsome face was slightly serious. "Evelyn was taken away by her father." Raina Lowell felt as if a heavy blow had struck her, staring shocked at the man before her. Adrian Grant pursed his thin lips, held back for half a second, and continued: "Isn’t Damien Sinclair the child’s father? He missed the child, and taking her for a couple of days is only natural. You needn’t worry; in a few days I’ll have him bring the child back to you." In fact, he hoped even more that Damien Sinclair would take the child away, never to appear again. This way, Raina would be his alone. He wouldn’t have to raise anyone else’s child. "You handed Evelyn over to him, didn’t you?" Raina Lowell, furious, glared venomously at Adrian Grant and turned to leave. Adrian Grant raised his hand to hold her back. "What are you saying? How could I possibly hand the child over to him?" "If not you, then who else?" Raina Lowell, angry, turned around to glare at him, eyes reddening with urgency. "You’ve never accepted Evelyn. You’ve long wished for her to disappear. I think you arranged for Evelyn to be kidnapped, didn’t you." "Adrian Grant, you’re truly awful. I don’t want to see you anymore." Still worried that Evelyn might encounter danger in Damien Sinclair’s hands, she hurried to leave. Wanting to find Damien Sinclair to get Evelyn back. Adrian Grant, however, hugged her from behind, stopping her from leaving, his face darkened. "I see you’re eager for the child to be with her father, just so you can reignite old feelings with him, aren’t you." "Raina Lowell, don’t forget, you’re my wife now." She hears the child is with Damien Sinclair and indeed disregards everything to find them. What does she take him as, her husband? Adrian Grant was also angered, his handsome face shadowed, piercing Raina Lowell with icy eyes. Raina Lowell truly hated him, couldn’t help but raise her voice: "I don’t want to be your wife at all. Every day with you is agony for me, and you’re the one who refused to separate. Why stop me from seeing my child?" She was on the verge of tears. Still, she dared not reveal the truth at this moment. She feared denying Evelyn wasn’t Damien Sinclair’s would lead him to probe who the child’s father was. By then she wouldn’t be able to explain. What she needed now was to hurry away to find Damien Sinclair. She only wanted to keep Evelyn safe. "Do you think I want to be with you either?" Adrian Grant was hurt by her words, his chest twisted in pain, speaking emotional words in a fit of anger. "If not for grandpa, someone like you wouldn’t deserve to be my wife." "Then let’s divorce." Raina Lowell screamed, struggling to push him away, knowing Evelyn with Damien Sinclair meant much danger. She was desperate and lost, completely unsure of what to do. "Fine, let’s divorce." Adrian Grant rashly agreed to her. But at that moment, the butler hurriedly arrived, excitedly saying: "Young Master, Young Madam, the old master has awoken." Adrian Grant and Raina Lowell exchanged glances. Even if they were at each other’s throats a moment ago. Now they both had the same feeling, rushing inside, upstairs, hurrying to the elderly’s room. They both went close to the bed, speaking in unison, "Grandpa." Old Master Grant weakly looked at the people by the bedside. Seeing Raina Lowell, he thought his old eyes were blurry. His trembling hand lifted, wanting to touch Raina Lowell. Raina Lowell quickly grasped his hand, tears overflowing. "Grandpa, you finally woke up, I was so worried about you." Old Master Grant felt the warmth Raina Lowell passed to him, lying there, he smiled weakly. "Little Raina, are you here to take grandpa away?" Raina Lowell shook her head, voice hoarse and trembling. "No, grandpa, I didn’t die, I came back alive. I’m sorry for worrying you." The old master remained silent. His gaze scattered, looking at the granddaughter-in-law crying in front of the bed. Listening to her words, he took a while. Finally shifting his gaze to Adrian Grant on the other side, confirming, "Is Raina telling the truth?" Adrian Grant nodded, his throat choked, "Yes, Raina returned alive, she’s fine." The old master accepted reality. He also realized he wasn’t dead, he was still alive. Then his gaze returned to Raina Lowell, tears streaming down. "That’s great, as long as my dear Raina is okay. Otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to explain to my old comrades when I join them." Raina Lowell leaned in close to the old man, holding back her emotions as she comforted him: "Grandpa, stop saying such nonsense. You’ll definitely live a long life and always be with us." Even though Grandpa had woken up. Her heart was still heavy with worry. She had no idea how Damien Sinclair would treat Evelyn after having her. Seeing Adrian Grant with his phone walking out of the room, Raina Lowell wanted to get up and follow, but she couldn’t leave the old man. In the end, she had to stay with him until Elias Sheridan arrived. Elias walked into the room, glanced at Raina, and noticed that she still harbored significant hostility towards him. He was quite frustrated. Without asking much, he first proceeded to examine the old man. Raina, on the other hand, stood up and said a word to the old man before leaving. She really didn’t want to stay with Elias for even a moment. Adrian, afraid she would go looking for the children’s father, followed her out the door, stopping her. "Where are you going?" Raina glared coldly at him. "Since you’ve agreed to divorce me, please draft the agreement quickly and let me sign it." "Where I go now has nothing to do with you." She was furious, bypassed him, and was about to leave. Adrian grabbed her wrist, pulling her against the wall, his tall figure towering over her, looking down. "Grandpa just woke up. You know he needs your company. If you leave, how am I supposed to explain this to him?" "Just tell him the truth, that I’m going to see my son." Raina turned her head away, not wanting to look at him. After all, she’ll have to be frank with Grandpa about everything sooner or later. "Are you trying to give Grandpa a heart attack?" Adrian saw her little face set in determination, unwilling to even spare him a glance, and he uncomfortably grasped her chin to make her face him. "Raina Lowell, your child is with his father. What could happen? Can’t you first consider Grandpa’s health?" This heartless woman. Sometimes he really wanted to open her chest to see if she even had a heart. In the five years with the Grant Family, Grandpa treated her so well. Yet now she was still thinking of leaving. Adrian felt a blockage in his chest, both stuffy and sour. Raina glared at him, her lovely face appearing somewhat pale, wanting to deny the fact that Damien Sinclair was Evelyn’s father. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She had impulsively said Evelyn was Sinclair’s child before, and now trying to argue otherwise, this man certainly wouldn’t believe her. She forced herself to calm down. After settling her emotions, she said, "Can you reach Damien Sinclair now? I want to talk to him." Adrian was still bothered by that man’s existence. But he didn’t want this small woman in front of him to worry about the child. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be willing to stay calmly. Suppressing the bitterness inside, he pulled out his phone, scrolled to the unfamiliar number from before, and handed it to her. "The call from Damien Sinclair before was from this number." Raina took the phone and dialed directly. Not wanting Adrian to hear her conversation, she turned away from him, walking towards their room. Adrian didn’t follow. His heart felt like it had been doused in vinegar, so sour it could burst through the top of his head. Unable to relieve the discomfort, he clenched his fist and violently punched the wall beside him. This action was just witnessed by Elias, who was coming out. He chuckled, "Fighting with Raina Lowell again?" That woman, truly capricious, sees everyone as an enemy. He’d have to personally find her to ask what exactly offended her about him. Adrian straightened his posture, tugged at his clothes, and changed the subject: "How is my grandfather doing?" Elias’s expression was serious, "Not great, but with Raina Lowell safe and back, it should stabilize him. It needs to be nurtured slowly." Adrian understood and turned to head into the old man’s room. Raina clutched the phone, speaking nervously: "Damien Sinclair, I’ll find a way to see you, but please don’t harm my child, okay?" On the phone, the man’s laughter was wild, but his voice was as tender as if it could be gently squeezed. "How could I not hurt our baby, Raina? But Raina darling, my patience isn’t limitless. If I don’t see you within a week, I might just lose my sanity." "You know I have a sickness. If I lose control, I don’t know what I might do to the baby." Without a second thought, Raina agreed, "Okay, I’ll definitely come to see you within a week." "Can you let Evelyn say a word to me now?" She needed to first ensure her son’s safety. As long as Damien didn’t harm her child, she would braving any danger without hesitation. Sinclair agreed, having the child brought to him. He picked Evelyn up, sitting him on his lap, gently coaxing: "Baby, call for Mommy. Mommy wants to hear your voice." Little Evelyn listened and quickly reassured over the phone. "Mommy, I’m with Dad now. You don’t have to worry about me. Dad treats me well, and I really dad." Understanding that his Mom was likely trapped by that Uncle Grant and couldn’t come. He didn’t blame his mother for not being by his side. Once he’s grown, he’ll see how he’ll deal with Uncle Grant. To dare bully his mother, he’s simply asking to live recklessly. Hearing her son’s innocent voice, Raina breathed a sigh of relief. As long as her son was safe, it was all that mattered. She told her son, "You be good over there and wait for Mommy. Mommy will come to see you in a couple of days."