"Good thing the knife wasn't poisoned. You worry so much about Raegan, yet you don't seem to care about yourself at all."

Mitchel simply shrugged. “I am tough enough."

Mitchel would protect Raegan from poison or anything else, without a second thought. It was an instinct, not something he would argue about.

After Luis had treated and bandaged Mitchel's wound, he became serious. "There's something off with your blood test. We need to see a specialist who'll be back at the base in two weeks."

Mitchel just nodded. "Got it."

But Luis was worried by Mitchel's laid-back response and pressed on, “Please, take this seriously. I'm really worried."

Luis had his doubts about the blood test results being so straightforward, suspecting there was more to the irregularity, a mystery he hadn't figured out yet.

The more Luis thought about it, the more agitated he got, mumbling, “Lauren has really gone too far this time, resorting to the extremes of pricking you."

Luis marveled at the lengths a woman could go for in the name of love.

“Keep your voice down, Mitchel warned Luis, not wanting Raegan to worry about him.

“What were you discussing?" Raegan walked out after her check-up, catching the tail end of their conversation.

The room went quiet.

Looking curious, Raegan asked Luis, "Who did Lauren prick?"

Luis instinctively turned to Mitchel at Raegan's question.

Noticing Mitchel's subtle signal, Luis responded swiftly, "We were just talking about a police report regarding a syringe found nearby.

They think Lauren might have planned to use it for something bad."

Raegan felt doubtful but Mitchel shifted the conversation before she could ask further.

Settling down on the couch, Raegan noticed the bandage-covered wound on Mitchel's arm, vividly recalling his severe bleeding. Her concern got the better of her, prompting her to ask, "Is your arm okay now?

Does it still hurt?"

Mitchel looked at her intently, raising an eyebrow, and said, “Are you concerned about me?"