Katie's expression darkened, a mix of venom and spite contorting her features. In her eyes, Raegan was unworthy of Mitchel's deep-seated love. The realization left her seething, her thoughts swirling with resentment and disdain.

After a moment of bitter reflection, Katie spun on her heel, her resolve hardening. She pushed the door open, the name “Mitchel” escaping her lips in a mixture of hope and determination.

Inside a luxurious hospital room.

As the door swung open, Mitchel turned, anticipating someone's arrival. His expression darkened immediately upon seeing Katie.

“What's the matter, Mitchel?" Katie approached him, her face etched with concern.

“How did you manage to come in?" Mitchel propped himself against the bed's headboard, his demeanor icy, creating a barrier that felt unwelcoming to anyone.

Mitchel glanced at the doorway, noticing Matteo's absence.

Katie looked unsettled.

Before she could offer an explanation, Mitchel inquired, “How did you find out I was here?"

His gaze bore into her as though he could see through her.

Katie became anxious. "I was visiting my father," she explained hurriedly. “I ran into Matteo earlier and figured something might have happened to you, so I rushed over."

Mitchel remained silent, but Katie, undeterred, sat down beside him.

“Mitchel, what caused you to pass out? Are you okay?"

As she spoke, she extended her hand to touch Mitchel's forehead.

Mitchel dodged her hand, his frown deepening.

Katie's expression stiffened, her eyes brimming with tears. "Mitchel, I'm just worried about you."

Mitchel's gaze was unyielding. "Katie, do you ever get tired of this act?"

Katie turned ghostly white, confusion written all over her face.

"What are you talking about, Mitchel? I don't understand."

"Katie, I've been clear with you," Mitchel said sternly. "We had agreed to clarify our relationship publicly. We shouldn't be seeing or talking to each other beyond that."