“How are you feeling now, Mitchel? Do you feel any discomfort?"

Luciana asked with concern.

Instead of answering her questions, Mitchel asked, Where's Raegan?

Luciana was taken aback by his question and struggled to find the right words.

"Mom, have you seen Raegan?" Mitchel pressed further.

"Mitchel... Matteo has told me about Raegan's accident. It's unfortunate..."

“I'm asking you where she is right now," Mitchel insisted through gritted teeth.

Seeing Mitchel's distress, Luciana grappled with how to console him.

In the end, she realized that it might be best for Mitchel to confront the truth sooner rather than later. "I understand this is incredibly difficult for you... It's been three days, and they haven't found her. I'm afraid we must accept the possibility that she's gone. Raegan was once my daughter-in-law. And with no family of her own, rest assured I'll arrange a decent funeral for her."

Worried about Mitchel, Luciana had ordered the bodyguards to keep an eye over him at all times.

At this particular moment, Mitchel's complexion was ashen. He threw off the covers and rose from the bed.

Luciana intervened and worriedly asked, “Mitchel, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find her," Mitchel answered with a dead serious expression.

Luciana was momentarily at a loss for words. Once she regained her composure, she firmly said, "Raegan is dead. Where are you going to find her?"

"No, that's not true. They just couldn't find her." Mitchel stared into Luciana's eyes and asserted, "She's not dead.

Luciana found herself powerless to stop him.

Following that, Mitchel tirelessly scoured the riverbanks in search of Raegan for seven consecutive days and nights and barely allowed himself any rest. But a full week later, he was forced to come home by Luciana and the bodyguards.

Mitchel had always been meticulous about his appearance. But now, his eyes were sunken, and his face was adorned with stubble.

Upon seeing her son's disheveled appearance, Luciana embraced him tightly and wept. “Mitchel, don't scare me. You're my life! You mean everything to me!"

"I don't want to Live anymore," Mitchel responded. His pallid lips quivered as he said these painful words, "Mom, can I trade my life for hers?"