Sebastian Brenand's phone instantly broke into pieces.

His world had become quiet.

There was dead silence around him.

Although it was warm in the house, Sebastian felt chills all over his body.

Leaning weakly against the couch, he stared lifelessly ahead, feeling like he couldn't cope anymore.

It was the first time he ever hated his identity.

None of this would have happened if he had come from an ordinary family. He would be able to spend the rest of his life peacefully with the woman he loved.

He regretted not taking Rachel Wood out of the country when his parents objected to their relationship. They would've been out of their reach.

If they'd left sooner, none of these tragic events would've happened.

Sebastian hated himself for still caring about his family and thought he could wait a while longer.

Why did he have to wait? Where was Rachel now?

His parents had lost their minds.

Perhaps, Rachel was being tortured by them right now.

The longer it took for Sebastian to replace her, the longer she'd have to suffer.

After taking a deep breath, he stood up and walked weakly out of the house, his body still trembling.

He heard the sound of thunder, and then it suddenly began to rain heavily.

His vision blurred, but he couldn't care less. He ran through the rain and sat in his black Bentley.

Sebastian stepped on the accelerator and drove through the downpour, away from home.

He wanted to talk to his parents to ask them to return Rachel to him.

Chances were slim, he knew, but he wanted to try.

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Outside, the rain soon turned into a storm.

It was raining cats and dogs, the weather reflective of his current mood.

His eyes were still full of tears, his heart aching so badly that he felt he might stop breathing the next second.

Soon, he drove into the Brenand family's compound and stopped the car.

He didn't bother with an umbrella as he walked through the rain into the house.

Right then everything was peaceful in the house. It seemed like a brand new place with the mess already cleaned up as if the argument had never taken place.

Maids were cleaning the living room.

Sebastian's mother sat in front of the coffee table, dressed in pretty pajamas made of silk with a facial mask on her face, just like women in foreign films. She was drinking a glass of warm milk while listening to music.

Next to her, an ancient-looking vinyl player slowly rotated while playing a disc.

It was a relaxing yet tasteful kind of music.

Seeing his mother like that made Sebastian even angrier.

His entire body emanating a murderous aura, Sebastian looked like Satan who had emerged out of a storm right then.

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