“Don't touch me!" Raegan yelled, forcefully shaking off Mitchel's hand.

Her revulsion was palpable. The sight of Mitchel and Lauren together sickened her.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea overwhelmed Raegan, darkening her vision and unsteadying her feet.

Mitchel reached out to help, but Raegan stepped back, regaining her balance. Through clenched teeth, she demanded, “Mitchel Dixon, I'm done abiding by our agreement. Sign the divorce papers soon, or I'll make this public."

With that, Raegan turned and walked away, refusing to let their presence sour her mood any further.

Mitchel started to follow, but Lauren, clutching his trouser leg, cried out in pain. "My stomach... I think I'm bleeding..."

A pool of vivid red appeared on the floor.

Mitchel, frowning, turned to Matteo who had just entered. "Take her to the hospital. Keep a close eye on her, and ensure nothing goes wrong."

Mitchel then left Lauren and hurried after Raegan.

Lauren bit her lip, feeling abandoned. She dared not cause further trouble, remembering the suffering she had in the mental hospital.

Lauren knew she had to maintain her composure and avoid a confrontation with Raegan. Challenging Raegan openly could only make her life more miserable.

With her fists clenched tightly, Lauren reassured herself that this humiliation was only temporary. She was determined to reclaim everything she believed was rightfully hers!

Meanwhile, Mitchel found Raegan arguing with bodyguards by the elevator.

“Let me go! What right do you have to keep me here?”

At Mitchel's signal, the guards stepped aside.

As Raegan moved to leave, Mitchel caught her waist from behind, lifting her into the elevator.

"Don't touch me!"

Despite her resistance, Raegan cautiously refrained from struggling too fiercely, fearing a fall.

"Please, Mitchel, don't touch me with your filthy hands," Raegan pleaded, her voice thick with repulsion.

But Mitchel ignored her protests. He helped her into the car and secured the seatbelt.