Aurelia's eyes once again filled with a blood-red hue. She guessed something and quickly walked in the direction she was most familiar with.

When she saw the scene before her, Aurelia's steps halted. A surge of anger swirled in her chest, making her whole body feel icy cold. Her hands trembled slightly and instantly clenched into fists.

An expression of ferocity flashed through Aurelia's eyes. Her peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a thread of coldness seeped from her gaze.

Using the word "murderous intent" to describe it would be an understatement.

Uncle Zhao was startled.

The young lady's gaze was terrifying... Although the young lady was spoiled before, she had never shown such a bloody look. Indeed, it was because the lady's gravesite had been vandalized that the young lady was angry.

Uncle Zhao's guilt deepened.

It was all because he overindulged last night, drank a few glasses of wine, and didn't watch over the lady's gravesite properly. The Shaw Family treated him so well, yet he couldn't even handle such a trivial matter.

"Young lady, I..."

Uncle Zhao wanted to say something when he saw Aurelia walking toward the cemetery.

Aurelia bent down in front of the grave, her eyes still bloodshot, but even the rims of her eyes were red. She bit her lip, her fingers trembling as she picked up the broken pieces of stone one by one off the ground, piecing them together to form a complete tombstone.

Looking at the narrow cracks, her eyes couldn't help but redden again. She tightly clutched a piece of broken stone, the palm of her hand cut open, with blood oozing between her fingers.

Just when Aurelia was about to lose control, a warm hand held her hand from behind, and a clear, low, and slightly warm voice commanded softly at her ear: "Aurelia, let go!"

Aurelia was stunned and loosened her fingers.

The piece of stone was effortlessly taken by the man and tossed aside.

Aurelia turned her head in a daze, looking at Mason Nightshade's handsome and cool face. Her consciousness gradually returned, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, and her voice was hoarse, "Why are you here?"

Mason helped her up from the ground and placed her seated on a stone.

He knelt in front of her, cleaning her dust-stained knees, then held her hand, noticing the fine, small wounds in her palm, and lightly furrowed his brow.

"If I hadn't come, what were you planning to do?" the man looked up at her.

As if seeing through her mind, his tone filled with a cold air, "Hurting yourself won't be able to punish those who hurt you, understand?"

Aurelia looked at the familiar face in front of her, her brows furrowed.

She had pursued him for two years, kept him in her heart for two years, and after marriage, lived with him day and night for so many years, yet she couldn't touch this man's cold heart. Why was he treating her so well this lifetime?

You can tell if someone is lying by their eyes.

She had seen too many people lie and could spot a lie at a glance.

She couldn't see any trace of deceit in Mason's eyes.

Unless, this man was incredibly good at acting.

Aurelia wasn't a fool.

Mason had no reason to go to great lengths to win her favor and then gain something from her. She couldn't think of having anything worth Mason sacrificing so much for.

Thinking of this, the blood-red hue in Aurelia's eyes faded, and she regained her composure. She lowered her eyes to look at the man usually so cool and noble but currently half-kneeling in front of her.

Mason saw the blood-red in her eyes fade and answered her earlier question, "Uncle Zhao called me."

Uncle Zhao had Mason's phone number stored in his phone.

He called Mason first and only remembered after the call connected that the two had already been divorced. After Mason asked, Uncle Zhao told him about the cemetery incident.

Then he called Aurelia.