The gruesome mixture of brain matter, skull fragments, and blood was a sight no one should have to witness.

However, Mitchel disregarded Matteo's advice. He pushed past him with determination and knelt down by the covered body.

Mitchel seemed outwardly calm, but his inner turmoil was evident in the way he dismissed Matteo.

Moreover, his body quivered with barely contained emotion.

Seeing Mitchel in distress, Matteo tried to intervene once more.

"Mr. Dixon..."

Mitchel paid no heed and reached out his hand to the black fabric.

His fingers trembled as they inched closer. A few agonizing seconds later, he finally grasped the corner of the cloth.

For five long minutes, he remained motionless, silent, and not even drawing a breath. Then, in a sudden movement, he brought his arm up to his forehead, his body shaking uncontrollably.

“Mr. Dixon..." Matteo rushed forward to support him.

Just then, Mitchel stood up and declared, “It's not her."

Mitchel's intense reaction was one of immense relief. He looked Like someone who had walked through hell only to find a sudden ray of hope.

Amidst the chaos, one of the bodyguards called out, "There's another one over here!"

Everyone rushed over and found a man on the ground. He had miraculously avoided serious injuries, except for a sharp bamboo stick impaling his leg.

Then, like a gust of wind, a figure rushed over, knelt beside the injured man, and cried out, “Henley! Henley!" Henley!"

Matteo's eyes widened in disbelief. It was Raegan, very much alive.

Upon noticing Matteo, Raegan quickly asked, “Where's the ambulance?"

Matteo was stunned for a second and then blurted out, "It's outside."

“Bring it in!" Raegan urged. She then noticed the cold, handsome figure standing behind Matteo. Just as she was about to say something to Mitchel, the injured Henley on the ground grasped her hand.

“Raegan..."