Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire
Chapter 210 She’s Not as Scheming as You

Chapter 210: Chapter 210 She’s Not as Scheming as You

Serena Summers cast a curious glance at him and asked, "I remember online marketing accounts often saying that your group didn’t get along. But it looks like that’s not the case?"

"We were competitive, but we had a good relationship offstage. Our previous agent was truly inhuman. Before we disbanded, they just let us be. Many of the performances we got were through our own efforts."

Adrian Shaw looked ahead, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

Back then, regardless of how the fans fought among themselves, their relationship had always been good.

It was only later, when his current agent wanted only him and refused to take the others.

Even if his brothers didn’t say it out loud, Adrian knew all too well they held some resentment towards him.

"It’ll get better," Serena suddenly spoke up.

Adrian didn’t take it seriously, just chuckled along and echoed, "Yeah, it will get better."

He quickened his pace, carrying the medicinal herbs forward, and the shadow of melancholy on his face faded away, returning to his usual carefree demeanor.

Serena watched his retreating figure, deep in thought.

She used to feel that Adrian was immature, but today she saw another side of him.

In the past, he had been overprotected by his family, which made his personality unrestrained and showy.

She thought he would turn to his family for help when in trouble, but he didn’t.

He chose to silently bear it all, like an adult, bravely taking on his own responsibilities.

At the foot of the mountain, the familiar car was already waiting.

Adrian got into the car excitedly, "Big bro, you came to pick me up! You’re really the best, wuuu..."

He opened the car door and spread his arms, ready to give Lucas Shaw a hug, but before he could touch him, he was coldly dodged.

"This seat is reserved for your sister-in-law; take the front seat."

Adrian: "..."

What happened to brotherhood?

What happened to ’women are like clothes, but brothers are like limbs’?

Do you have to be so heartless and cold?

As it turned out, Lucas could be even more heartless and cold, "Don’t want to sit? Then take a cab back yourself."

Adrian: "..."

He silently twitched the corner of his mouth and looked outside the car.

It was almost a desolate wilderness around here. Good luck hailing a cab!

After some deliberation, Adrian immediately retracted his ’sinister claws’ and obediently took the passenger seat.

Serena, walking towards the car, had no idea what had just happened.

She saw Adrian leaning in front, clutching the seatbelt, seemingly retreated into his shell.

"Tired?" Lucas turned to look at Serena, his eyes filled with tender worry.

He stretched out his hand to hold Serena tightly in his embrace, his warm palm gently kneading on her shoulder.

"Not tired, I didn’t have many scenes today."

The self-contained Adrian held back until he couldn’t any longer, glanced back, and couldn’t resist asking, "Big bro, why don’t you ask if I am tired from filming? I had a lot of scenes today, nearly worked to death!"

Lucas glanced at him indifferently, "You’re how old? Still complain about being tired? Or would you like to try managing the company?"

Adrian immediately closed his mouth.

He shouldn’t have asked.

Managing the company was way more exhausting than acting.

Besides, he was not interested in business, nor did he have the business acumen like his brother.

If the company was handed over to him, it was probably not far from bankruptcy.

After the previous blow, Adrian was quiet as a mouse the whole way, not daring to speak again.

Just then, a phone rang.

Serena looked at the screen and saw an unknown number.

She intended to decline the call, but the car suddenly jolted, and she accidentally answered the call.

From the phone came a familiar voice, "Serena, what on earth did Grace do wrong? Why are you so hell-bent on destroying her?"

Serena was baffled.

When did she ever go to such lengths to crush Grace Summers?

Had this call not come through, she would have nearly forgotten about the existence of Grace.

Hearing the voice from the phone, Lucas’s brow furrowed, a hint of coldness flashing in his deep eyes.

"Which identity are you using to question me with this call? I remember I’ve said that I don’t want to have any more to do with the Summers Family, and I’m too busy to deliberately target Grace," Serena, holding the phone, leaned on Lucas’s shoulder, her eyes brimming with scorn.

Those events were long past, and Serena had taken her revenge in her own way.

She was busy and had no time for petty squabbles with Grace.

"If not you, then who? Grace has been in tears every day recently... Serena, I beg you, please spare Grace. She has a kind heart, not your scheming..." Mrs. Summers hadn’t finished her plea when she was interrupted by a scoff.

"Unscheming?"

That was the biggest joke Serena had heard this year.

"Mrs. Summers, if you claim I am bullying Grace, you better have evidence. Without it, your accusations mean nothing to me. I don’t have the time or interest," Serena was ready to hang up when Mrs. Summers changed her tone to one of desperate pleading.

"Serena, I am your biological mother. For my sake, please let Grace off. I beg you!"

Serena didn’t know how to describe what she was feeling.

Speechless.

Was she not capable of understanding people?

Or do some just hear what they want to hear?

Her expression turned cold instantly as she said to Mrs. Summers, "I have no mother. Since I was abducted when I was over one year old, I’ve had no mother."

"Serena, how can you be like this! I did give birth to you, how can you be so heartless? How could I have given birth to such an ungrateful wretch?"

Her biological mother, for another girl, called her heartless, an ungrateful wretch.

How absurd.

"It’s true you gave birth to me, but whatever I owed the Summers Family, I’ve already paid back. Having nothing to do with each other is the best ending for us. Also, as long as Grace doesn’t provoke me, I won’t do anything to her. But if she refuses to let me go, she can’t expect to be left in peace," Serena replied.

Mrs. Summers felt an extreme heartache upon hearing these words and couldn’t believe there was someone in the world so cruel.

"How could I have given birth to such a daughter? You are nothing like me. I would rather have never had you as a daughter!"

Serena rubbed her forehead, feeling a throbbing in her temples.

She retorted firmly, "It’s a coincidence; I too would prefer never to have had you as a mother."

With that, she hung up the phone and immediately blocked the number.

Lucas held Serena tightly, his hand gently caressing the top of her head, "It’s ok, don’t be angry."

"I’m not angry."

It was just a bit speechless.

Every time Grace encountered trouble, they would habitually blame it on Serena.

It seemed to have become a custom for the Summers Family.

But she had already severed ties with the Summers Family, and had been keeping her distance from them.

Why were they still hauntingly entangling her?