Raina Lowell still couldn’t stay at Lowell Manor and wait. Even if her father-in-law and mother-in-law wouldn’t let her through the Grant Family’s door, and Adrian Grant wouldn’t let her pay her last respects to Grandpa, she had to go. After Elias Sheridan left, Raina Lowell, still feverish, took a taxi to the Grant Family. This time, she didn’t shout or scream. With a mourning cloth wrapped on her head, she quietly kneeled beside the Grant Family’s gates. The guard, seeing her, nonetheless had the servant notify Adrian Grant. Adrian Grant, who’d stayed up for two nights without closing his eyes even once, was already kneeling in the mourning hall and was struggling to hold on even if he was strong and healthy. The servant approached him gently and spoke: "Young Master, Young Madam is here again, kneeling at the entrance." Upon hearing this, Adrian Grant raised his eyes and, after a moment, pushed himself up and walked away. Mrs. Grant, seeing him finally get up, spoke with concern: "Adrian, you’ve been holding vigil for two days and nights, quickly go back to your room and rest, we are here." Adrian Grant hummed a response and, after leaving the mourning hall, headed to the entrance directly. Sure enough, he saw Raina Lowell kneeling not far away, in mourning, as if in remorse. Adrian Grant sneered, what’s the use? Grandpa will never come back. He walked over with large strides, standing straight before Raina Lowell, looking down at her. "Raina Lowell, how dare you come back? To leave, you disregarded Grandpa’s illness, stimulating him. Now you’re well off, where Grandpa’s no longer here, and you can go run off with your child’s father without worries?" This woman, simply heartless. Whatever can’t be retained, he wouldn’t want either. Raina Lowell lifted her head, seeing it was Adrian Grant. Her eyes, red and weary, brimming with tears. "Did Grandpa really pass away because of me?" Clearly, when she confessed to Grandpa, he wasn’t angry. And when she left, Grandpa even smiled and told her to bring Evelyn for a visit. She didn’t believe Grandpa truly passed because of being provoked by her. If it were true, she’d never forgive herself in this lifetime. Adrian Grant, equally fatigued, hadn’t groomed himself in two days, appearing utterly haggard. "If it weren’t for you confessing to Grandpa, disappointing him utterly, how could he have held such a grudge and passed away?" "Raina Lowell, it’s you who killed Grandpa. I won’t forgive you, nor will I let you attend his funeral—leave. After handling Grandpa’s funeral, I will divorce you." Not willing to look at her any longer, he turned and strode away. Raina Lowell unwilling to leave, urgently crawled forward while kneeling, clutching Adrian Grant’s pant leg. "No, Adrian, I beg you, let me see Grandpa one last time. As long as you allow me to attend Grandpa’s funeral, I’m willing to do anything you ask." "Adrian Grant, please, I know I was wrong, I’m sorry!" She couldn’t endure her grief, crying with both her voice and tears. Her tragic wailing invoked pity in others. Yet, Adrian Grant remained unmoved, looking at her like a dog. He mercilessly kicked her away, instructed the guard to not let her in, and then left in a huff. Raina Lowell laid on the ground, tears streaming down, her body collapsing in grief. Still feverish, crying did not change her circumstances, she couldn’t be allowed a step into the Grant Family’s compound. She didn’t know what to do and could only, like before, continue kneeling by the entrance. During Grandpa’s burial, they would eventually open the doors. Actually, Adrian Grant felt troubled inside, even though he appeared to have walked far away. Now everyone knew that Raina Lowell had a child out of wedlock, hid this from everyone, and married him. Infuriating Grandpa to death, the Grant Family harbored nothing but hate towards her. He couldn’t accept Raina Lowell repeatedly going to her child’s father because of the child. He would divorce her. Not wanting to delay it any longer, Adrian Grant didn’t rest and went to the study to print out the divorce agreement for Raina Lowell to sign first. But upon reaching the study, before the computer was turned on, Caleb Landon’s phone call came through. The other party was excited: "President, there’s news about Aurora." Strangely, Adrian Grant felt a tug at his chest. Clearly, that wasn’t his child, but he still found himself instinctively concerned. "Where is she? Is she alright?" Caleb Landon said, "I am now heading to where the child is. I’ll update you once I have her." Adrian Grant hung up the call. Sitting before the computer, his thoughts were no longer about the divorce agreement, but the promise he’d once made to Raina Lowell. He had said, as long as Raina stayed to continue being his wife, he would help her find Aurora. Unexpectedly, news had come so fast. Yet now, he no longer wanted Raina Lowell as his wife. That woman was heartless, unfeeling. To leave him, she’d do anything. Yet, he went the extra mile to find her child with another man. Adrian Grant felt he was the most idiotic fool under the heavens. If the child were found and given to Raina Lowell, letting her reunite with the child’s father, wouldn’t that be too easy on her? And he, gaining nothing, would simply become someone with two marriages. Adrian Grant felt it wasn’t worth it. Hours passed, Raina Lowell was still kneeling by the Grant Family’s entrance. Feverish, without having eaten, she was nearing the brink of exhaustion. Isabelle Everett and Ethan Everett came to the Grant Family to pay their respects and saw her. The siblings stopped before her. Isabelle Everett looked at Ethan, "Brother, you go inside first, I have a few words to say to Raina." Ethan Everett glanced at Raina Lowell. Knowing she must be unable to enter the Grant Family, hence kneeling here. Thinking about her actions, he felt she deserved it, had no sympathy, and walked into the Grant Family first. Watching her brother leave, Isabelle Everett crouched down, leaning close to Raina Lowell, her flawlessly made-up face full of derision. "Raina, why are you kneeling here? Why aren’t you going inside? Is it because Adrian won’t let you in?" Raina Lowell knew Isabelle Everett was mocking her. She ignored her, keeping her head down, struggling to support herself on her legs. She truly was at her limit, seemingly close to fainting again. Seeing her ignore her, Isabelle Everett became slightly angry, her expression changing as she lifted Raina Lowell’s chin. "Raina Lowell, you’re just miserable. Since you gave birth abroad to someone else’s child, why didn’t you just stay abroad forever." "You should have just stayed overseas with your child, died there, and never returned." She exhibited a victor’s stance, smiling complacently at Raina Lowell. Raina Lowell looked at her with somewhat unfocused eyes. Holding onto her last shred of consciousness, she questioned: "Was it you who arranged for what happened to my child and me last time?" Apart from this woman, who else could it be? Under the heavens, perhaps Isabelle Everett hated her the most. If she found any evidence against her, she would personally kill her. Isabelle Everett’s expression slightly changed. Yet she showed no guilt or fear. Standing up, she stared at her. "What are you saying? You, a disgraceful woman who indulged with a wild man, got pregnant and made Adrian a fall guy, aren’t worth my effort." Feeling staying with her for another second sullied her eyes. Isabelle Everett strutted arrogantly into the Grant Family. As she walked off, a car sped up and stopped behind her. Just before Raina Lowell fainted from exhaustion, a young man swiftly emerged from the car and caught her. Witnessing this, Isabelle Everett quickly took out her phone to snap a photo. Damien Sinclair picked up the already unconscious Raina Lowell and cast a cold, murderous glare towards Isabelle Everett, his presence intimidating. Startled, Isabelle Everett immediately put away her phone. Without lingering, Damien Sinclair carried Raina Lowell into the car. The car quickly drove away from the entrance of The Grant Family residence. As Isabelle Everett came back to her senses, she was still shaken with fear. The man just now looked terrifying. She shivered, hurriedly entering the house. After asking the servants, she found out Adrian Grant was resting in his room and headed directly there to find him. Even though he hadn’t slept for two days, Adrian Grant couldn’t fall asleep while leaning against the headboard. Caleb Landon had called him back, saying Aurora was saved by a fisherman, severely injured, and still receiving hospital treatment. He was indecisive, unsure whether to tell Raina Lowell about this matter. If he told her, it felt like he was letting her off easy. If he didn’t, he couldn’t get over the hurdle in his heart. Hearing a noise from the door, Adrian Grant looked up. Seeing it was Isabelle Everett, his expression didn’t soften, his voice weary: Isabelle Everett resumed her gentle and serene demeanor, standing by the bedside, feigning sympathy. "Adrian, when my brother and I came over, we saw Raina kneeling at the entrance. Was it you who wouldn’t let her in?" Adrian Grant’s eyes drooped; mentioning that woman infuriated him. If she liked to kneel, let her kneel. Let’s see how long she can persist. Isabelle Everett continued, "I know Raina made mistakes, but you can’t let her kneel at the door. Do you realize she might have reached her limit and called someone to pick her up?" Adrian Grant’s expression grew darker as he stared at Isabelle Everett, "Who picked her up?" Isabelle Everett took out her phone, showing him the photo she had just taken. With just one glance, Adrian Grant recognized the person. It was the children’s father. The man Raina Lowell described as more handsome, younger, and wealthier than him. Is making Grandpa angry not enough, and now they want to anger him too? Adrian Grant, unable to conceal his rage, violently smashed Isabelle Everett’s phone. Isabelle Everett was startled, picking up her phone and softly consoling, "Adrian, don’t be angry; maybe they aren’t that kind of relationship." Adrian Grant commanded, afraid he might lose control and hit someone. Seeing it was wise, Isabelle Everett quickly turned and left. Leaving the room, she plastered a sinister smile on her face. Now, she had to show these photos to the Grant family, one by one. If after this, Raina Lowell could still return to The Grant Family, she’d consider it her loss. Inside the room, Adrian Grant picked up the phone to call Caleb Landon. Original content can be found at novel[f]ire.net Upon connecting, he ordered: "Bring Aurora to Southgate, and under no circumstances let Raina Lowell know about finding the child." He would make Raina Lowell get down on her knees and beg him again. If he wasn’t living well, she wouldn’t have it easy either. Damien Sinclair gently placed Raina Lowell on the large bed. Evelyn quickly took her mother’s wrist to check her pulse and then instructed the butler to prepare the necessary medicine. Damien Sinclair, watching from the side, asked the child: Evelyn looked worried, "Mom has a high fever and fainted from grief." When Raina Lowell woke up again, it was already three days later. Dazed, she was still calling for Grandpa and, not paying attention, fell out of bed. Seeing this, Evelyn hurried over to support her. Raina Lowell, disoriented, grabbed her son, her eyes unfocused. "Evelyn, where am I? I need to see your great-grandfather. What time is it? I need to return to The Grant Family." Saying this, she struggled to get up, leaving her son behind, staggering out the door. Evelyn quickly grabbed hold of her, "Mom, you’re not fully recovered yet; you need to rest." Raina Lowell ignored him, shaking off her son’s hand, and made her way to the door. When she opened the door, she happened to encounter Damien Sinclair. Too weak to stand, she almost fell again, but Damien Sinclair swiftly caught her. Raina Lowell struggled weakly in his arms, murmuring: "Let me go. I need to attend my grandpa’s funeral. I beg you." Ignoring her, Damien Sinclair carried her back to the bed. Pressing her down, he ordered in a deep voice: "Raina, listen to me. Don’t take another step out of this room, or I will break your legs." Raina Lowell didn’t know how long she had been asleep or why she was back with Damien Sinclair. She wanted to bid farewell to her grandfather. Looking at Damien Sinclair, tears streamed down her face. "Grandpa raised me, and now he’s dead, and it’s my fault." "I beg you, let me see grandpa." Evelyn knew his mom wanted to escape this erratic person, so to help her, he tugged at Damien Sinclair’s sleeve, pleading: "Dad, please take mom. Otherwise, she’ll faint again from sadness." Mom’s body was frail. If she kept crying, it would only worsen. He didn’t want his mom to have any regrets. Damien Sinclair always lacked empathy but, seeing Raina cry , and knowing the child helped him sleep at night, he relented. He immediately called the butler to prepare the car. When Raina Lowell was brought back to Southgate, she was already too late. Old Master Grant had already been buried. They reached the cemetery amidst the misty rain, the ceremony already over, with the Grant family and guests leaving one by one. In front of the grave, only Isabelle Everett held an umbrella for Adrian Grant. Both wore mourning outfits, their expressions solemn. Seeing everyone leave and the sky darkening, Isabelle Everett suggested, "Adrian, we should head back too." Adrian Grant put aside his grief, turned to leave. Coincidentally, he ran into Raina Lowell being carried by Damien Sinclair. The five of them faced each other directly. In that moment, Adrian Grant’s handsome face changed, fury burning within. Standing there in mourning clothes, he appeared indifferent, his aura intimidating. Especially seeing his wife in another man’s arms, a strange pang of jealousy surged through his heart. Raina Lowell’s mind was on her grandpa. Upon seeing his tombstone, she couldn’t control her grief anymore. Struggling down from Damien Sinclair’s arms, she threw herself before the tombstone, overcome with sorrow, weeping. Evelyn quickly followed her. Damien Sinclair took two steps forward, standing arrogantly before Adrian Grant, mocking: "My condolences, President Grant."