Raegan nodded in affirmation. She intended to check on Mitchel briefly to ensure he was okay and then leave.

"Very well," Stefan said, visibly relieved. "Go ahead. I'll be here."

Approaching the designated ward, Raegan hesitated. Just as she reached for the door handle, a familiar voice called out. “Raegan?"

Katie emerged from behind, her gaze fixed on Raegan. “What brings you here?" she asked.

Katie stood there, exuding an air of arrogance as if she were the one rightfully married to Mitchel.

If Raegan hadn't been privy to the truth, she might have fallen for the facade. Brushing past Katie's presence without a word, she reached for the door, only to find her path abruptly blocked by Katie.

A chill, tinged with malice, flickered across Katie's eyes as she curled her lips into a disdainful smirk. "You can turn around and leave now. As Mitchel's fiancée, it's my responsibility to look after him. Your visits are unnecessary," she declared with unwarranted authority.

The smug look plastered on Katie's face only served to amuse Raegan.

Raegan had harbored a sliver of hope that Katie possessed more wit than Lauren, yet here she was, proving to be no better. Both Lauren and Katie seemed to share a penchant for weaving lies with Little regard for the truth.

Raegan saw no value in squandering her time on such trivial confrontations. Her sole purpose was to ascertain Mitchel's well-being, prompted by the fact he fainted at her home. The thought of any harm coming to him while under her roof unsettled her deeply.

Raegan had no interest in unmasking Katie's charade. With a frosty tone, she demanded, “Please move aside.”

"The audacity!" Katie, unable to maintain a facade of grace under provocation, retorted with a sneer, "You want to be a mistress?"

Katie had crossed paths with Raegan enough times to believe that the label of "mistress" was Raegan's Achilles' heel. By casting this accusation, Katie aimed to dispel Raegan.

Yet, Raegan's reaction was one of serene indifference, her Lips curving into a faint smile as she posed a pointed question, "Miss Glyn, are you suggesting that Mitchel has acknowledged you as his fiancée?"

Katie's gaze sparkled with a hint of defiance, her voice laden with an unconvincing assurance. "He has, indeed. It's common knowledge that we're a pair. Spare me your attempts to stir up trouble. Enough with the baseless claims!"

Raegan's expression turned icy at Katie's audacity. The gall of her lies was astounding. “Is that so? Why don't we verify your claim by asking him directly?" Raegan proposed, her tone steady and challenging. “How about it, Miss Glyn? Do you have the courage?"

"You..." Katie found herself at a loss for words, her anger rendering her speechless.

Raegan, hand poised on the doorknob, inquired with detached curiosity, "Miss Glyn, would you like to go in? Or shall I proceed without you?"

"You can't get inside!" Katie's outburst came with a contorted face, a clear sign of her agitation.

Raegan couldn't help but let a sardonic smile grace her features.