Sebastian Brenand had a tired look on his face. His beard had grown even thicker, and he seemed sluggish and cold.

His mother saw him walking in from the corner of her eyes, but she didn’t react. Instead, she sipped her milk slowly.

When the old housekeeper saw his dripping clothes, she approached him with a pained expression on her face. “Sir, it’s pouring outside. Why did you run through the rain without an umbrella?”

The housekeeper had watched Sebastian grow up and had never seen him in such a downtrodden state.

She couldn’t see a hint of his usual jolly self right then.

The other maids were also surprised by his physical condition.

Sebastian approached his mother wordlessly, kneeling humbly before her as his anger turned to anguish.

“Mom, I’m begging you. Tell me where Rachel is.”

He knew this reflected poorly on himself, but he couldn’t care less for Rachel Wood’s sake. As a man, his pride wasn't even worth mentioning right then.

Her elegant expression remained unchanged