If anger could pierce through the screen, Tessa would have been obliterated by now.

Mitchel clenched his fists tightly and gazed at Raegan's pale face, which reflected her terror and pain.

His Lips moved as if to speak, but no words came out. In this situation, words seemed futile.

Only swift and decisive action could make a change and bring solace.

Suddenly, Tessa's voice cut through the tension from off-camera, and she counted down, “Mitchel, five seconds left... Four, three, two, one!"

When her countdown ended, Tessa frowned when she saw that Mitchel hadn't made a move.

"You won't play along? Fine. Let me give you a demonstration."

Tessa brandished the knife menacingly and aimed it at Raegan's leg.

"Stop!" Mitchel bellowed.

The next second, the sound of the blade tearing through flesh was heard. Mitchel had driven the knife deep into his own thigh.

Mitchel showed no mercy to himself as he plunged the knife deep into his thigh. His usually composed face was now covered with beads of sweat. He gritted his teeth and mustered all his strength to pull the knife out.

“Hmm!" Raegan uttered. Although gagged, she could not contain her anguish. Her muffled, heart-wrenching cries filled the air.

She shook her head vehemently at the camera, tears cascading down her cheeks.

"No! Mitchel, don't believe her! Tessa won't let you go!"

Unfortunately, Mitchel could not hear her silent pleas.

Raegan had already figured out Tessa's intentions. Tessa wanted to weaken Mitchel, and then she would kill the two of them.

In a nutshell, Tessa could not let them escape unscathed.

At this moment, Raegan felt as if a heavy stone pressed down on her chest, making breathing a struggle.

Since when did she start caring more and more about Mitchel?

Raegan had repeatedly told herself not to fall for him again. But at this moment, she realized the ice in her heart had melted once again into a flowing river for him.