Answering it, she could hear the worry in Matteo's voice. “Raegan, can you come to the hospital?"

That Mitchel hadn't responded to her call made Raegan wonder if he truly wanted to see her.

While she hesitated, Matteo's next words caught her off guard. "Mr. Dixon is coughing up blood."

Raegan's voice shook as she asked, “How could this happen?"

"You've been away for three days. Mr. Dixon hasn't been eating well, just sipping the soup you had delivered each day. Today, he wouldn't even touch the soup and then he started coughing up blood out of nowhere. The doctor says it's acute gastric bleeding..." Matteo urgently replied. "Miss Foster, could you please come over now, if that's okay?"

After ending the call, Raegan felt a storm brewing inside her, her hands and feet icy cold. Why did Mitchel have to be so stubborn? If she didn't show up, he refused to eat. Couldn't he know how to take care of himself? Plus, he was sick. Why was he punishing himself?

But then, Raegan guessed she was also to blame. She did say she would take care of him.

Torn and worried, Raegan told the driver, "Let's head to the hospital."

Upon her arrival at the hospital, Raegan spotted Matteo standing at the ward door. He handed over a thermos, suggesting, "Miss Foster, Mr. Dixon just had an IV and is resting now. He can try some porridge when he wakes. Please, make sure he eats."

Raegan nodded, walked in, and quietly placed the porridge near Mitchel's bed.

Mitchel's eyes were shut, making it hard to tell if he was asleep.

His once striking face now looked deathly pale, even more so than three days before.

A pang of worry hit Raegan. Why did he look even worse now? She took a seat next to the bed, and after a moment, noticing he wasn't upset, she couldn't help but reach out to check his breathing.

Thankfully, his breathing was steady. Raegan finally let out a sigh of relief.

But just as she started to pull her hand back, Mitchel grabbed it.

Mitchel cracked open his eyes, his voice a bit deep. “I'm not dead yet."

Raegan found herself at a loss for words.

Suddenly, the mood turned awkward.

Raegan slipped her finger away, lowered her head a bit, and tried to change the subject. "Now that you're up, you should eat some porridge."

After serving the porridge, she adjusted Mitchel's bed to a sitting position, placed the tray down, and set the porridge on it.