Raegan tried her best to remain composed and replied, “Of course, sweetie. Your daddy will be alright."

As Annis carried Janey away, Raegan felt the tremors in her limbs, making the task of ascending the stairs seem daunting.

When Raegan reached the top, her heart sank at the sight of Mitchel lying motionless on the floor, his face drained of color, blood staining his lips.

For a moment, the world seemed to spin around her, leaving Raegan disoriented and deafened by the chaos of her thoughts.

Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge of despair, Babur appeared, followed closely by Matteo. Babur had called Matteo.

When Matteo caught sight of the figure on the ground, he dashed over, dropped to one knee, and exclaimed, “Mr. Dixon!"

With no response from Mitchel, Matteo's anxiety surged as he quickly initiated cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Yet, despite his efforts, Mitchel remained unresponsive. Matteo swiftly hoisted Mitchel into his arms and carried him downstairs.

Raegan trailed behind Matteo, her movements instinctual. When Matteo placed Mitchel in the back seat of the car, she stopped.

Matteo turned to Raegan, his expression pleading. "Mrs. Dixon, please, come with us."

Raegan's eyes stung with unshed tears. She clenched her fists, attempting to move forward several times before finally reigning in her emotions. "I'm not going," she uttered, her voice devoid of warmth.

Disbelief flickered across Matteo's features, disappointment evident in his gaze. "Actually, Mr. Dixon..."

Raegan cut him off, urgency coloring her tone, "Hurry up."

Matteo nearly forgot Mitchel's directive to keep Mitchel being injected by a mysterious syringe a secret from Raegan.

With time ticking away, Matteo bit his lip and withheld his words.

Starting the car, he sped off without another glance.

Watching the car disappear into the distance, Raegan slumped against the door frame and suddenly sat on the ground. The chill of scare swept over her like an arctic wind, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

With a soft click, a lone tear fell onto the back of her hand.

Looking at the tear, Raegan couldn't help but feel a profound sadness welling within her. Wasn't her heart already beyond feeling? Yet here she was, consumed by anguish over Mitchel lying in a coma.

No matter how vehemently she tried to convince herself that she didn't care, she found herself unable to stem the tide of tears. It was as if her emotions were beyond her control. What if something really happened to him?