Raina Lowell’s heart was only with her son. As the butler led her upstairs, she heard the melodious sound of the piano. The butler took her to the piano room, nodded, and stepped back. Through a crack in the door, Raina saw in the exquisitely crafted room, Damien Sinclair and her child sitting together, their four hands playing in harmony, a perfect coordination. As the sun set in the west, the light shone through the leaves outside the window, casting dappled shadows on them. A gentle breeze wafted in, carrying a faint scent of spring flowers and grass, accompanying the pleasant piano music, giving a sense of comfort and tranquility. Watching them, Raina had the illusion she was seeing a father and son playing together. But such beauty was only fleeting. Raina came back to her senses, pushed open the door, and entered, "Evelyn." Upon hearing this, little Evelyn turned around. Seeing her mom had returned, she immediately jumped off the stool and flew into her arms. "Mom, you’re really here, I missed you so much." Raina squatted down to hold her son in her arms, "Mom missed you too." She just didn’t know how her Aurora was doing right now, whether she was still living in this world. Holding her son close, Raina deeply felt his presence, soothing her anxiety that had been hanging over her these days. Damien Sinclair walked over, standing in front of them with a smile reaching his eyes. "Raina, you’re indeed obedient." He gentlemanly stretched out his hand, intending to help her up. But Raina ignored it, standing up with her son in her arms, asking him, "Have you been doing well these past days?" Little Evelyn smiled, "Yes, at night I help Daddy to sleep, during the day Daddy teaches me piano, painting, calligraphy, computer skills." He has been quite busy these days. Daddy treats him well too. Even arranging for all sorts of delicious food for him. Not only taking him horse riding but also teaching him shooting. The rightful source is noveⅼfire.net Now he even knows how to use a gun. Raina could tell her son was much more cheerful than before. The clothes he wore were nice, clean, and very handsome, they looked quite expensive. Unconsciously, she glanced at Damien Sinclair, seeing him still smiling at her, Raina uncomfortably turned away with her son. Damien Sinclair took a large step forward, blocking her path in two strides, scooped up the child and set him down. "Evelyn Sinclair, go play, your mom and I have something to discuss." Little Evelyn nodded vigorously, "Okay, but Daddy, don’t bully Mommy." After saying this, he ran off by himself. Raina tried to hold him back, but her wrist was grasped by Damien Sinclair. Once the child was far, he smiled at her like a breath of spring. But Raina’s face turned cold as she questioned: "Did you send someone to capture Evelyn?" This man truly had great skills. Evidently taken away by the police. For someone as powerful as Adrian Grant to release him was really surprising. "Yes, if I hadn’t taken your child, would you have come back on your own?" The man’s face twisted instantly, features fierce and eyes nearly bloodshot. "Raina, if I didn’t have your child in my hands, would you have ever returned? Hmm?" He leaned closer, sniffing for any scent of another man on her. The next second, his slender and beautiful fingers slid to her fair neck, easily gripping her throat. Raina didn’t deny it, she wanted to flee from this devil even if it killed her. If Evelyn wasn’t in his hands, how could she possibly walk into the trap herself? But this man was not to be trifled with. If he got angry, both she and her son’s lives would be at risk. With a shallow smile, Raina denied: "No, you need me, don’t you? You need me, so I’ll stay by your side." Damien Sinclair laughed, his eyes as cold as a deep pool soaking her, "Then will you come with me?" Raina’s nerves instantly tensed, her gaze flickering, "Where to?" "To Marovia, back to my home." What about her Aurora then? Not to mention her grandfather’s current state wasn’t good, it had taken much to wake him, she must stay by the old man’s side. But if she refused, would Damien Sinclair be angry? If he got angry, there was no telling what he might do. After much thought, Raina could only stabilize him first. She looked at Damien Sinclair. "Fine, I’ll go back with you, but my grandfather’s health isn’t good lately, I must stay with him for a while. Once my grandfather recovers, I’ll go with you to Marovia with Evelyn. Is that okay?" Damien Sinclair snorted coldly, the expression on his handsome face unfathomable. "What does your grandfather’s life or death have to do with me, when the time comes, you will leave whether you want to or not." He took her hand and left the room. Raina didn’t shake off his hand, followed him obediently to negotiate. "Damien Sinclair, my grandfather is the closest person I have in this world, I cannot leave his side while he’s gravely ill." "Just let me take Evelyn back to stay with grandpa. I promise you, once my grandfather recovers, I’ll take Evelyn and go with you to Marovia." She had to appease this person first. Convince him to let her take Evelyn back to the Grant Family. Then later, she could find a way to hide, trying not to let this man find them. Going back to Marovia with him, that place isn’t her home. What awaits her might be nothing less than a hellish existence! Damien Sinclair didn’t say much and led Raina Lowell downstairs to the dining room. Everyone in the old mansion knew that Raina Lowell had given birth to two children with another man before marriage. The trouble before was because of her children. Mr. and Mrs. Grant were furious, pressing Adrian Grant for a divorce. Adrian Grant was agitated and restless. He didn’t even know if Raina Lowell would ever come back. Feeling unsettled, he called a few buddies for drinks at the club. In the private room sat Ethan Everett, Elias Sheridan, and Adrian Grant. All three were dressed elegantly and had striking appearances. Ethan Everett, aware of Raina Lowell’s premarital childbirth, poured a drink and mocked: "Never judge a book by its cover. Raina Lowell can do anything once she’s left you and the Grant Family. Premarital births aside, she even kept it from you and married you." Who would’ve thought that the all-powerful president of the Grant Group, wise and decisive in business, would be outwitted by a woman? Adrian Grant didn’t understand how the news spread so quickly. Not only did the whole family know, but his friends knew too. Now, everyone was laughing at him. Oddly, he wasn’t bothered at all. He still wished Raina Lowell could leave that young master of the Sinclair Clan and return to his side. As long as she could come back, he truly could forgive her for anything. Feeling terribly stifled, Adrian Grant downed drink after drink. "Don’t rub salt in his wound." Elias Sheridan glared at Ethan Everett, comforting Adrian Grant. "I know this is a big blow to you, but what are your plans? Divorce and let her go?" No wonder Raina Lowell hated him and wouldn’t let him near Evelyn. Turns out that child was hers; she feared having her secret exposed and losing her child. Raina Lowell was truly calculating. "She might not come back." Adrian Grant, in a daze, drowned himself in more drinks, already feeling dizzy. With a lazy slump on the sofa, head tilted back with eyes closed, he still couldn’t get that woman out of his mind. She was undeniably bad, unfaithful, and reckless. Yet, why couldn’t he let her go? When did he start being unable to live without her? Adrian Grant didn’t know. He only knew that he felt empty now, even hoping Raina would leave the children’s father and return to him. "What do you mean she won’t come back?" Elias Sheridan was puzzled. Adrian Grant no longer concealed it from them, nor did he care about the last shred of his dignity, and confessed: "She’s gone to be with the children’s father. I’ve met Evelyn’s father; he’s younger than me, quite wealthy. I can feel it; Raina has feelings for him." Without feelings, how could she have children with him? Just like how Raina didn’t have feelings for him, even if she did wrong, and even if he didn’t mind her wrongdoings. As long as she agreed to stay, he’d forgive her, letting her be his wife in peace. Yet, even if he forgave her, Raina wouldn’t stay by his side. She couldn’t care less about being Mrs. Grant. Is this the difference between love and non-love? When you love someone, even if you have nothing being with them, you still would. When you don’t love someone, even if they offer you wealth beyond measure, endless luxuries, and unconditional forgiveness for your actions, you still wouldn’t stay. Adrian Grant felt like a failure. He couldn’t even keep a woman. Leaning there, the dim light cast on his resolute and handsome face made it evident his eyelashes were slightly wet. "Is it the person who had Evelyn taken from the hospital?" Elias Sheridan asked. Adrian Grant did not deny it. He remembered having people expel Damien Sinclair from the country. If Raina went with Damien Sinclair carrying the children, would he and Raina never meet again in this lifetime? And what meaning would that marriage certificate hold then? Adrian Grant felt like his heart was shattering. He bent over, holding his head, fingers buried in his hair, trying to curl up to ease his discomfort. Ethan Everett and Elias Sheridan could see he was truly in pain, so they raised a hand to support him. "How about going home to rest? There’s no shortage of women in this world. If she doesn’t come back, let her be. Isn’t Isabelle Everett always fond of you? Why not be with Isabelle Everett?" Elias Sheridan tried using Isabelle to divert Adrian Grant’s pain. Who knew Ethan Everett would explode. "Elias Sheridan, if you can’t speak well, then shut up. Is Isabelle someone who’d grovel to tend to his wounds?" Elias Sheridan felt confused, retorted: "Am I wrong? Isabelle has always loved him. Perhaps she doesn’t mind at all." "She doesn’t need to mind. My sister is for me to decide; say another word about her, and watch me not be lenient with you." Ethan Everett’s previous calm was gone, face burning with rage, as if ready to fight. Elias Sheridan muttered to himself: "She’s not even your real sister. Why are you so against Isabelle being with Adrian, afraid you have feelings for your foster sister?" But he didn’t voice it out loud, intending to comfort Adrian Grant further when his phone rang. Elias Sheridan answered, and the next second, his face turned serious. He stood up immediately and shouted to Adrian Grant: "Adrian, get back to the old mansion. Your grandfather’s not going to make it."