Mother, Why Are You Crying

She never imagined Evan Xiao could be so heartless—so downright cruel.

Even if he forgot about her, could he really forget Uncle Henry?

They used to be close, even if just for a while—they were allies, weren't they?

Inside her Sanctum, Ray had stayed up late last night watching fireworks, and slept in until well past sunrise.

Right then, he was jolted awake by his mom's crying.

He ran out of the Sanctum, saw the person lying on the ground, then looked at Grace and asked: "Mom, why are you crying?"

"Ray..." Grace choked out. "Your Uncle Henry... he's gone..."

"Uncle Henry?" Ray cocked his head at the man. "That's not Uncle Henry, is it?"

Grace was drowning in grief and guilt, and only after a long while did she react: "What?"

"There's something on his face. That's not Uncle Henry."

Grace suddenly shot to her feet, grabbed her Reveal Water, and splashed it right onto the corpse's face. She scrubbed hard—and peeled off a whole layer of fake skin.

Sure enough, it wasn't Uncle Henry!

It was a stranger she'd never seen before.

What was going on here?

It was definitely Uncle Henry who'd asked to meet her.

But this person was not Uncle Henry...

"Grace?" Suddenly, a voice rang out behind her—a voice she knew by heart.

Grace spun around—and there he was... Uncle Henry!

The newcomer was the real Uncle Henry!

He walked in, saw the corpse on the ground, and frowned. "Someone really tried to assassinate me."

"Assassinate you?" Grace asked, baffled.

"Early this morning, you came looking for me and said to meet here."

"I didn't come looking for you!" Grace protested.

"I know," Uncle Henry said. "That person disguised himself as you, but I could tell it wasn't really you. So I sent my most trusted bodyguard, disguised as me, to come to the meeting instead."

He glanced at the corpse on the ground and said, "Looks like the enemy is highly skilled—came and went without a trace. Other than seeing you walk in, I didn't spot a single person."

Qingluan: "..."

Grace: "..."

"Felix Zeng came to find me and said to meet here..."

"Huh?" Felix Zeng, who was trailing Uncle Henry, cried out in shock, "Your humble servant is innocent! I haven't left His Majesty's side for even a moment since morning!"

Uncle Henry nodded.

Grace finally understood.

This was a trap.

Another trap, set up just for her and Evan Xiao.

Just now, the way she acted... Evan Xiao would definitely misunderstand.

He'd think she was acting that way because she loved Uncle Henry.

He didn't know—it was because he killed Uncle Henry that she couldn't accept it.

She felt like she owed Uncle Henry across two lifetimes...

Because he's her man—if he killed Uncle Henry, it's no different than if she had done it herself...

Just who is the mastermind behind all this, the one who's always trying to tear them apart?

Evan Xiao's status and looks drive all the women in the world crazy.

There were plenty of people who wanted to ruin their relationship and take Evan Xiao's place.

Maybe it was Bianca Whiteshire.

Or maybe Sophie Shang.

Or maybe it was someone Grace didn't even know...

Uncle Henry looked at her swollen eyes and the blood at the corner of her mouth, handed her a handkerchief, and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Grace took a deep breath, accepted the handkerchief, and wiped the blood from her mouth. "Just now, I thought Evan Xiao had killed you. I got so upset, I actually spit up blood."

"The Crown Prince? He was here too?"

"This whole thing—it probably wasn't about someone trying to assassinate you. The real targets were me and Evan Xiao," Grace said.