Raina Lowell hung up the phone, just exited the room, and saw Elias Sheridan coming towards her. Thinking that this man is the father of the children. Knowing he must have something to discuss, she tried to avoid him, burying her head. But Elias raised his hand to stop her, looking at her with an expression that wished him dead, very puzzled, he said: "Let’s talk, I think you may have some misunderstandings about me." Unable to avoid it, Raina stopped in her tracks and looked at him, "What do we need to talk about?" Seeing her still with a hostile face, her beautiful eyes like ice stabbing at him, Elias felt puzzled. "What did I do to offend you? Why do you suddenly dislike me so much?" Raina was still feeling guilty. Seeing no one else, Adrian should be in the room with Grandpa now. Discover more novels at novel⚑fire.net Looking back at Elias, she retorted unkindly: "You know exactly what you did." Pretending not to know. If not for him sending her to the room four years ago, who else could have entered and had relations with her. Usually acting so gentlemanly and considerate, eager to help others. Didn’t expect him to be a hypocritical scoundrel. If one doesn’t avoid such people, should they instead fawn upon them? Elias was incredulous, shaking his head and sighing: "What exactly did I do? And since you returned to the country, we barely interacted, right?" "Or is it about me wanting to adopt Evelyn earlier? Since you want to adopt her, I no longer have that plan, do you have to treat me ?" He couldn’t understand; this woman used to be gentle and generous. She also knew how to be grateful. Those who treated her well, she’d treat well in return. Now she treats him like an enemy, causing Elias to feel inexplicably frustrated. Raina glared at him, her tone aggressive, "You’ve repeatedly approached Evelyn, isn’t it because you want to take her away from me?" Elias looked even more surprised, "Why would I want to take your Evelyn?" This person was really strange. He felt Evelyn had extraordinary talent, well-suited for studying medicine to save lives, wanting only to take her as a pupil to train. Who wanted to take away her Evelyn. "You don’t have the right to." Raina knew he was pretending, with a cold face, she said: "Anyway, from now on, stay away from me and my child." She bypassed him to leave, and Elias still did not understand, raising his hand to grab her arm. "Raina Lowell, can you clarify things with me? I am not trying to take your child, can’t you..." "What are you two doing?" The words were not finished when Adrian’s icy voice came from not far away. Raina shook off Elias’s hand and quickly walked over. Elias, fearing a misunderstanding from Adrian, did not press further. But Raina’s look of grievance made it seem as if he had wronged her. It was disconcerting. Seeing Raina enter Grandpa’s room, Adrian walked over to Elias, his face stern. "What are you entangled with her for?" Raina previously had a good relationship with Elias. But now she seemed to dislike Elias; could it be... this person harassed her? Adrian suddenly grabbed Elias by the collar, warning in a low voice, "Are you making a move on her?" "Have you lost your mind." Elias shook off his hand, annoyed: "Damn it, no matter how much worse I get, I wouldn’t covet a brother’s woman. I just think it’s strange why your wife has so much animosity towards me." He truly couldn’t figure it out. If it was just about Evelyn, that was really an overreaction. Adrian knew that he wouldn’t dare, nor have the guts. He didn’t care much, leaving a remark: "Since she doesn’t want to interact with you, stay away from her." "Okay, okay, I’ll stay away from both of you, alright?" Truly felt this couple was crazy, not wanting to argue further, Elias turned to prepare medicine for the old man. In the evening, Raina took the initiative to enter Adrian’s room. Seeing him in a dark sleepwear, sitting by the headboard, his posture relaxed and noble, his face made handsome by the lamp’s glow, both restrained and tempting. She slowly sat down on the other side of the bed, softly requesting: "Now that Grandpa is awake, can I leave for a few days?" She must go to Damien Sinclair to bring Evelyn back. If Damien Sinclair doesn’t see her, he would certainly take it out on Evelyn. Adrian stared at her, "Do you really want to find your child’s father that much?" He knew full well, this woman just wanted to find Damien Sinclair. The lunatic with mental illness. She wasn’t afraid of being with a lunatic and being affected. Raina lowered her head, unable to resist refuting, "If you hadn’t given Evelyn to him, would I need to look for him?" If he really cared for her child, with Grandpa treating her so well, she would not want to leave. Yet this man said he’d help raise her child, while deliberately sending her child away behind her back. He simply couldn’t tolerate her child, so why not let her see. "I’ll tell you again, it wasn’t me who sent your child to his father. It was because the child wasn’t feeling well, and Elias took him to the hospital for a check-up. While no one was paying attention, Damien Sinclair sent someone to take the child away." Adrian Grant patiently explained. Thinking of the child being with his father, there’s likely nothing to worry about. But now, grandfather needs her companionship. He pretended to be indifferent and refused: "You can’t leave recently." Raina Lowell looked at him, suddenly anxious, "Evelyn is not well? What’s wrong with him? Where is he feeling unwell?" Adrian Grant lacked patience, "Elias said it’s nothing, probably just wanted to see you and is pretending." "If he’s pretending, why would Elias take him to the hospital? I don’t care, I must see him tomorrow. If you stop me again, I’ll come clean to Grandpa." Raina Lowell was still worried about her son and got up to call Damien Sinclair. Adrian Grant looked at her back and raised his voice in warning: "Raina Lowell, if you have any conscience left, then shut up. If something happens to Grandpa because of you, I won’t let you off." Raina Lowell ignored him. She got her phone and went back to the guest room to dial Damien Sinclair’s number from memory. The call connected, but it was her son’s voice that came through. "Hello, who are you looking for?" Raina Lowell was overjoyed and lowered her voice to ask, "Evelyn, it’s Mommy. Are you okay? Where are you feeling unwell?" Little Evelyn, dressed in brand new pajamas, sat on the bed, listening to the sound of running water coming from the next room. Knowing his dad was taking a shower inside, he figured he wouldn’t come out for a while. He sat cross-legged and spoke sweetly into the phone: "Mommy, don’t worry about me. I’m fine. It was just a little stomach ache before." "Mommy, have you found Sister yet? I miss her a little." Hearing her son was fine, Raina Lowell finally felt at ease. Thinking of something, she asked again, "Why did you answer the phone? Where is that person? Did he do anything to you?" "No, Daddy’s being good to me." Little Evelyn said, "He’s taking a shower now. Butler said he can’t sleep at night, so I plan to keep him company." Raina Lowell was still afraid of her son being with that devil. Afraid that if she didn’t show up for a week, Damien Sinclair might do something extreme. Anyway, she had to leave The Grant Family first. Feeling that Daddy was about to come out, little Evelyn whispered into the phone: "Mommy, I have to go. Daddy’s coming out. Don’t worry about me. I’ll take care of myself." He hung up the phone and jumped off the bed. Just then, Damien Sinclair came out rubbing his wet hair. Seeing the unexpected child in the room, his demeanor turned ominous, voice icy. "Who let you into my room?" Little Evelyn rushed over and hugged his leg, looking up with a naive smile. "Daddy, I came to sleep with you. Butler said you have nightmares at night. I can cure illnesses. With me here, you won’t have nightmares anymore." He wasn’t sure if this person was his real dad. But the adults around him now were dangerous. If they got upset, they’d take it out on the kids. To survive long enough to see Mommy, and wait for Sister to come back, he had to learn to stand firm. Damien Sinclair bent down and pulled away from him, leaning closer. He pinched the child’s tiny cheek, eyes filled with bloodlust. It seemed with just a little force, he could crush this child. A bastard’s child, calling him Daddy. What man could accept his woman giving birth to another man’s child? He laughed maniacally, moving his hand to the child’s neck, easily gripping his throat. Little Evelyn was forced to look up; his face still wore a pure, innocent smile. "Daddy, can I help you with your illness? I can do it." Damien Sinclair raised an eyebrow, sneering, "So young and already lying and deceiving?" Little Evelyn quickly reached up to hold his wrist, taking his pulse, looking quite serious like it was legitimate. Damien Sinclair’s grip on his throat inexplicably loosened, letting him continue. After a moment, little Evelyn put on a sad face, furrowing his brow with a wise old demeanor, saying: "Daddy, do you have a bit of schizophrenia? Do you get stubborn when you like something?" Damien Sinclair, "..." This kid... he actually diagnosed his mental illness. Thinking of how he’s been stubbornly wanting Raina, he squatted down, his expression softened more than before. "Who taught you that?" Little Evelyn grabbed him onto the bed, "Daddy, if you trust me, I can surely cure you." For some inexplicable reason, Damien Sinclair obediently got on the bed, being pressed down by the child. Allowing the child to mess around by his side. Little Evelyn placed his small hands on Damien Sinclair’s temples, gently rubbing, starting to hypnotize him. Initially, Damien Sinclair remained alert. If Raina didn’t come within a week, he’d planned out where to bury the child’s chopped-up remains. But somehow, those violent, bloody memories gradually faded, leaving his mind blank, not knowing when he fell asleep. Raina Lowell stayed at the old house peacefully for two days with the elderly. Seeing Adrian Grant still having people watch her, not letting her leave The Grant Family even a step. She worried about her son, and seeing the elder gradually recovering, she had to come clean proactively. In the evening, Raina Lowell brought food for the elder. Seeing Grandpa could eat on his own, she sat beside him, lowered her head, and cautiously spoke: "Grandpa, there’s something I want to confess to you."