The last sentence struck a chord with Luciana. Her face turned grave as she recalled a fortune teller who predicted Mitchel would face calamities this year and pointed out that the calamities could only be resolved through a blessed marriage.

"Katie, do whatever you need," Luciana announced.

In the ward.

Earlier when Raegan collided with Katie, she didn't notice anything wrong with her feet. But later, her feet started feeling uncomfortable, so much so that she was having difficulty standing.

She looked at Mitchel and said, "I need to go home."

"Come over first." Mitchel rested his back against the soft pillow on the bed. His injuries prevented him from sitting for too long, so he could only lean slightly to one side.

"Why?" Raegan looked at him warily and didn't approach.

Mitchel briefly glanced at her, not feeling particularly talkative.

He asked, "Do you want to come over on your own, or should I carry you?"

Raegan sneered, “Can you still carry someone..."

As she spoke, Mitchel's towering form materialized before her, causing her words to die on her tongue. He bent down and effortlessly lifted her up, using only his uninjured hand.

"Ah!" Shocked, Raegan exclaimed and instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck tightly. "Mitchel, are you crazy?"

He was still injured, yet he was being so reckless. Luckily, the bed was within reach. In a matter of seconds, he had deposited Raegan on the bed.

But Raegan was far from calm. Her heart beat a wild staccato and she glowered at him, her voice rife with panic when she demanded, “What the hell are you doing, Mitchel?"

Mitchel didn't reply. He grabbed her feet and took off her shoes.

Due to his injuries, he couldn't squat, so he sat on the bed next to her and placed her leg on his leg.

Raegan leaned back on the bed and stared at Mitchel with wide eyes.

She couldn't help but feel like she was completely under his control.

She felt quite flustered and had the urge to kick him in the shins.

“If you try to take off my clothes, I'll call for help..."