“Fine. There's medicine in the car, right?" Raegan didn't feel the need to argue. After all, in her eyes, applying some medicine to the person who had just saved her was no big deal.

Still holding Mitchel's wrist, Raegan started to lead him toward the door.

Victor started to chase after them, but before she could get a single word out, Matteo interrupted her, "Can't you read the room?"

Matteo frowned.

Annoyed, Victor glared at Matteo.

Matteo, unfazed, continued, "My boss got injured when he saved Raegan.

It makes sense for her to help him with his injury, does it not?"

Victor retorted, "Is Raegan a doctor or a nurse? Why should she be the one to help him? What if your boss has ulterior motives and is just finding an excuse to lure her into his car?"

At this, Matteo fell silent, feeling he couldn't argue on that.

Mitchel never bothered to hide his intentions of remarrying Raegan by seizing every opportunity to get along with her. Mitchel hoped that the whole world would know how he felt about Raegan! But as a seasoned assistant, Matteo knew what he should say.

Matteo coughed and said indignantly, "Mr. Dixon isn't like that! He's a gentleman and wouldn't do anything to Raegan against her will.

Besides, his shoulder's injured. He can't hurt her. How dare you accuse him of having any 'll terior motives'?"

Matteo showcased his eloquence. In fact, Mitchel wasn't mortally wounded. Such a minor flesh wound on his shoulder was no big deal for him. Matteo knew that Mitchel could still beat him up in the blink of an eye. But he had to convince Victor that Mitchel was weak to reassure her.

Then, Matteo dragged Victor into another car and said, “Just sit here and watch. You got nothing to worry about."

Meanwhile, in the car, Raegan stared at Mitchel's blood-soaked clothes, at a loss as to where to start. In the end, she could only frown and suggest, "How about we just go to the hospital?"

“No need. Just apply the medicine. I'll be fine." Mitchel knew his own body very well. He didn't want to go to the hospital over such an injury.

Raegan pouted and whined, “Why don't you take yourself seriously?"

Despite the unmistakable grumble in her tone, her concern was still music to Mitchel's ears. It turned out that she cared about him, albeit subconsciously. And that was a good sign.

Mitchel thought to himself that perhaps he should've gotten injured sooner.

Just then, he came up with an idea. He cleared his throat and said gruffly, “I can't use my hand. Can you help me take off my shirt to take care of my wound?"