Raegan's shock was palpable.

The idea of Henley being reduced to a vegetative state was beyond her wildest expectations.

The look of disbelief on Raegan's face morphed into sorrow, a sight that seemed strikingly out of place to Mitchel.

His eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Are you saddened by this?"

Raegan, caught off guard by his query, shook her head quickly. "No, it's just hard to comprehend...”

Henley and Raegan had known each other for a long time. Raegan wasn't one to be callous or unfeeling.

Moreover, despite what Henley had done, he had never truly harmed her.

At that critical moment, he had made a concerted effort to shield her.

Raegan's absent-minded look only fueled Mitchel's growing ire.

Mitchel had stayed away for five days, struggling with the fear of losing control and harming Raegan again.

He had tried to suppress his thoughts, but each new revelation only stoked the flames of his anger.

Suddenly, his expression darkened. He pushed Raegan onto the bed, his hand moving under her dress.

Raegan, terrified, stammered out an explanation, "I wasn't aware of any link between Henley and the company I worked for. His threat was real. Why can't you trust me, Mitchel?"

Mitchel's piercing gaze bore into her. “Then explain why Henley would leave all his wealth and assets to you?"

When Henley's assistant announced his vegetative state in the hospital, Gerda was so distraught she nearly fainted.

Raegan was equally stunned. Why would Henley have left his entire fortune to her? Such a turn of events seemed incomprehensible.

Mitchel, with darkened eyes, questioned, "Can you explain this?"

Raegan opened her mouth but remained silent, at a loss for words.

Mitchel's gaze grew colder, still wrongly thinking Raegan was pregnant with Henley's child. Despite what Henley had done, he must admit Henley was quite considerate in offering financial support for the unborn child in Raegan's belly.

At the thought of that, Mitchel's heart seemed to be torn apart by some invisible stagger.