When Mary returned home, she found Lionel wandering around the house, tapping on walls and fiddling with various antiques, looking for who-knows-what.


    The servants saw his strange behavior and kept their distance, thinking he looked like he was possessed.


    "What are you looking for? If you need something, can''t you just ask a servant to find it for you? You''ve been back with the Rosenberg family for years and you still have no manners. Get rid of those poor-man habits you picked up from the outside. Do you think we keep so many servants just for show?"


    Mary''s face, eyes, and voice were dripping with disdain.


    "I''m looking for Sandra."


    He hadn''t even noticed his mother had returned until she spoke.


    Mary froze. "What? Who did you say you''re looking for?"


    "I''m looking for Sandra," Lionel repeated.


    After hearing this, Mary was silent for a few seconds before walking over to the sofa and sitting down. A servant immediately brought her a freshly brewed cup of tea.


    She took a sip, set the cup down, and said slowly, "You say you''re looking for Sandra. And to do that, you''re tapping and knocking and turning my house upside down, short of tearing it apart?"


    Lionel nodded.


    "So you''re implying that Sandra is missing, and that I''ve hidden her?"


    Hearing his mother misunderstand, Lionel quickly rified, "That''s not what I mean, Mom. I think Quennel has her hidden away."


    Mary''s mouth twitched. "What''s the


    difference between him hiding her


    and me hiding her? He''s my son. You''re using both of us. Lionel, I suggest you watch yourself. You Just offended Hannah, and now you''reing after us. Are you trying to alienate everyone around you?"


    "Or maybe you''ve decided you don''t want to be part of the Rosenberg family anymore, and you want me to find a legal reason to disown you so you and Sandra can run off and live happily ever after?"


    Lionel was stunned by his mother''s words. He had no idea why she would even think that.


    He handed her the anonymous file he had received.


    After listening to his exnation, Maryzily lifted her eyelids and looked at him. "What''s your point?"


    Lionel exined, "It''s highly likely Quennel sent this to me. And the helicopter that was supposed to


    bring Sandra back to the countmet


    belongs to him it''s registered under his name. I''ve already confirmed that. But I can''t find where she''s being held. I just asked him, but he won''t tell me."


    "And because he won''t tell you, you''ve decided to tear the house apart? Is that it? Well, let me tell you, he didn''t take her. You''ve been set up. Do you understand?"


    Mary''s voice grew louder as she


    pointed toward the door. "If you


    understand, then get out. If you don''t


    understand, get out anyway. I don''t


    know how I gave birth to such a


    stupid


    son. You spend all your time


    suspecting your own family instead


    of outsiders. What, does this family owe you something?"


    Lionel never expected that his calm exnation would only make his mother more


    resentful and angry.