He looked at Raina Lowell in astonishment. This frail woman with no strength to even tie up a chicken, actually slapped him? She actually hit him? Adrian Grant could hardly believe it, pressing his tongue against his cheek, trying hard to suppress the anger boiling in his chest. Isabelle Everett was even more stunned. Completely unexpected that Raina Lowell would even hit Adrian Grant. Is she not afraid Adrian Grant would hit her back in return? But looking at Adrian Grant standing there, doing nothing, Isabelle Everett burst into tears: "Raina, if you have anything against me, take it out on me. Why hit Adrian?" She approached Adrian Grant, pretending to be heartbroken, raised her hand to touch the face where he was hit. "Adrian, are you okay?" Adrian Grant waved her off, avoiding her touch, his cold gaze piercing Raina Lowell. "Are you out of your mind?" Very well, he had never raised a hand against her. And she just came up and slapped him. Does she know if he were genuinely ruthless, she and her child would have been dead long ago? Raina Lowell looked at the two of them, still with unwavering ferocity. "If you dare harm my child again, I will fight you to the death, especially you." She pointed at Isabelle Everett. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel·fire·net "You fed my son sleeping pills, broke the Jade Plate and blamed it on him, don’t think he’s just a child who doesn’t understand anything. If it happens again, I will fight you to the bitter end." "You, what nonsense are you spouting?" Isabelle Everett’s eyes flickered, guilty and wronged, as she defended herself to Adrian Grant: "Adrian, I didn’t do it, don’t listen to her nonsense." On Adrian Grant’s sharply defined handsome face, four finger marks were clearly visible. It was evident he was hit hard, resentment growing in his heart, as he pulled Isabelle Everett to his side for protection. "Raina Lowell, do you think everyone is like you? Isabelle is far kinder and gentler than you, stop slandering her." Raina Lowell sneered. Watching Adrian Grant protect Isabelle Everett as if she were his precious treasure, her heart turned to ashes. "One day, you’ll see her true colors." Not willing to breathe the same air as the two of them, it disgusted her too much, Raina Lowell turned and left. Adrian Grant glared at her frail back, but didn’t say another word. Contrarily, beside him, Isabelle Everett cried out tenderly: "Adrian, I don’t know why Raina harbors such hostility towards me, I truly haven’t done anything." Adrian Grant casually consoled: "She’s just sick, don’t take it to heart, I’ll have Madam Cole bring you ice." He turned to walk away. Isabelle Everett, however, held onto his arm. "Adrian, you’re also hurt badly, let me fetch the ice for you." Adrian Grant didn’t know what to say, allowing her. In the living room, as Isabelle Everett applied ice to his face, his mind was filled with the image of Raina Lowell hitting him angrily. Such a small person, yet her strength was quite formidable. Thinking that this little woman would fight him to the death for the sake of someone else’s child, Adrian Grant was frustrated. Uncomfortable, he avoided Isabelle Everett’s touch, gently saying: "Why don’t you go home first, I’m afraid if Raina Lowell goes crazy again, she might harm you." This was after all the marital home for him and Raina. No matter how displeased he was with that woman, wanting to punish her, letting another woman move in was still inappropriate. To keep Raina Lowell from accusing him further, he could only let Isabelle Everett go first. "Adrian, you know, the moment I go home, my parents will force me into blind dates." Unwilling to leave, Isabelle Everett held Adrian Grant’s arm, deliberately leaning on his shoulder. "Please, don’t make me go." Adrian Grant knew, admittedly, the Everett Family only wanted Isabelle Everett to marry strategically. As for whom she marries, what kind of person he would be, the Everett Family likely didn’t care. What they cared about was what benefited the Everett Family. But letting Isabelle Everett stay, he always felt an inexplicable guilt. Thinking it over, Adrian Grant said: "Didn’t I give you a villa last time? You should stay there for now, I’ll visit when I have time." As Isabelle Everett was about to say something else, Adrian Grant had already stood up, decisively saying: "I’ll call Caleb Landon to have him come pick you up." Isabelle Everett stopped, knowing she could not change this man’s mind. If she insisted on staying, it would only make him uncomfortable. She would eventually find a way to have this man, obediently return to her. In less than half an hour, Caleb Landon came to pick her up. At dinner time, the dining room was occupied only by Adrian Grant. He had no appetite, glancing at Madam Cole and asked: "Who made the meal?" Madam Cole nodded, "Sir, I prepared it." "Didn’t I ask Raina Lowell to cook? Why didn’t you let her do it?" That detestable woman should work hard for The Grant Family to repay them. Leaving her here was not for her enjoyment. Madam Cole looked troubled, "Ma’am she..." Realizing she addressed wrongly, Madam Cole quickly corrected: "Miss Lowell cleaned the villa inside and out today, she’s already very tired, plus she’s unwell." After all, she felt some sympathy. But Adrian Grant did not care at all, coldly commanded: "Have her come make it for me, if she doesn’t want to, she can leave." However, if she left, she shouldn’t expect to see her daughter again. Madam Cole had no choice but to call for Raina Lowell. When Raina Lowell came over, looking at the few dishes on the dining table, she asked uncomfortably: "Aren’t these enough for you? What exactly do you want me to make?" Adrian Grant stared at her, casually replying, "Do you still want your daughter or not?" Raina Lowell instantly shut her mouth, said nothing more, and quickly went into the kitchen. To avoid wasting ingredients, she only prepared a bowl of noodles, quickly brought it to Adrian Grant. "Make do with this, there aren’t any more ingredients in the kitchen." She hadn’t seen Isabelle Everett. Had that woman gone home? Better if she had, out of sight, out of mind. Adrian Grant, staring at the noodles before him, lost his appetite, his face darkened as he suddenly got up and left. Raina Lowell watched his ghostly figure and cursed a thousand times in her heart. If he doesn’t eat, she would take it to feed her child. While dining with her son, Raina Lowell attempted to call Ms. Ford. But the phone was already turned off. If she wants to know about her daughter’s situation, she’ll have to go find Adrian Grant. After finishing dinner, Raina Lowell coaxed her son to read in bed. She prepared some fruit, ready to bring it to Adrian Grant in the study. Seeing the study door open, she lightly knocked and walked directly in. Placed the fruit platter on the desk, seeing Adrian Grant not even glance at her, as if treating her like air. Raina Lowell held her breath as she spoke: "Adrian Grant, I can immediately sign the divorce agreement with you, but can you let me go take care of my daughter?" He must really love Isabelle Everett. Using divorce as leverage, perhaps for Isabelle Everett, he would compromise. Adrian Grant was still unwilling to look at her, staring at the documents before him, pretending to read them, after a while he moved his lips. "Just for that slap you gave me, do you think I would still let your daughter live?"