With two counts of instigating murder and the deaths of several people in that car, Lauren's guilt was undeniable. No matter how Long Lauren lived, even if it was two hundred years, she would remain imprisoned by her actions.

Mitchel cast a frigid glance at Lauren, her features now distorted beyond recognition, and said in a chilling tone, “As you wish."

His voice cut through the air like the icy breath of a devil in the depths of hell.

Lauren struggled to contain her trembling. Mitchel's tone suggested he had conjured up countless cruel methods to deal with her. Indeed, his ruthless nature was nothing new to her. That harrowing journey to the mental hospital had nearly driven her to madness.

Still, Lauren staunchly refused to go to prison. Facing that fate would spell the end of her very existence. Absolutely not! She couldn't accept that She would rather die than go to prison!

“You wretch! It serves you right that the spawn in your womb was beaten out of you!" Lauren's laughter echoed with a frenzied edge, each syllable dripping with venom. “The spawn met its end quite fittingly!"

These words struck Raegan like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. They washed over her, stirring a sense of déja vu deep within her. A shiver ran down her spine, raising goosebumps across her skin.

Memories flooded Raegan's mind, stacking up like a tower on the brink of collapse. The sterile scent of the hospital lingered in her recollections. Lauren had said the same thing before, “The spawn met its end quite fittingly!" Lauren had even used the same tone.

Straining to recall more, Raegan was suddenly seized by a searing pain. It was as if her skull was being assaulted by a relentless drill, buzzing and gnawing at her senses.

Raegan's hand instinctively flew to her temple, seeking to quell the agony. However, the pain persisted. It was relentless and overwhelming, causing her legs to buckle beneath her.

"Raegan!" Mitchel's voice cut through the haze of pain, his expression etched with concern as he rushed to her side, catching her fragile form before she fell.

With utmost care, Mitchel cradled Raegan as if she were the most precious treasure. His voice trembled with worry as he asked, “Where does it hurt?"

Raegan's complexion turned ghostly pale. Her throbbing head made it hard for her to speak complete sentences. "It hurts... It hurts so much..."

Clutching Mitchel's arm tightly, Raegan felt utterly helpless amidst the searing pain.

The typically resolute girl let out a cry of pain, Mitchel's eyes brimmed with emotion, his heart aching at her suffering. If only he could bear the pain in her stead.

The anguish evident in Mitchel's eyes did not escape Lauren. This display of emotion from Mitchel was unprecedented. He had never shown such vulnerability to her before. Mitchel's seemingly kind gestures in the past were merely superficial acts of compensation with money and material possessions. But this genuine sentiment was reserved solely for Raegan, from beginning to end.

Consumed by rage and madness, Lauren's eyes gleamed with malice as she fumbled for a syringe, plunging it into her thigh with a frenzied determination.

The potent drug surged through her veins, numbing the pain and fueling her with boundless strength.

Then, brandishing a syringe, Lauren lunged forward, driven by a desire for revenge. “Wretched woman, rot in hell!"

The freezing cold surrounded Raegan, engulfing her in an icy cave and causing her to tremble uncontrollably.