After forty minutes, Mitchel was transferred to a more advanced hospital.

Matteo hurried over from Ardlens upon learning Mitchel's injuries.

Inside the hospital room, Mitchel lay unconscious and pale, his hand hooked to an IV drip.

Observing Mitchel's condition, Matteo was uneasy. Mitchel had not yet recovered from previous injuries, and now he had new ones. Only Iron Man could take such torment.

Raegan was confused about the doctor's remarks concerning Mitchel's condition. Mitchel was gravely hurt, yet the doctor was particularly worried about his poor blood clotting. Mitchel was known for his robust health, seldom falling ill. What could have caused such a drastic decline in his health?

Raegan approached Matteo, who was on his way out. "Matteo, the doctor said Mitchel's blood isn't clotting properly. Do you have any idea why?"

At this, Matteo's face fell. Mitchel had been scheduled to have blood tests with a specialist overseas, but those plans were now off the table.

Matteo had never encountered such a medical issue before. He pondered whether the syringe had struck in Mitchel was starting to cause complications. However, he couldn't disclose this to Raegan since Mitchel had disapproved.

Nonetheless, Matteo didn't want Mitchel's efforts to go unnoticed. He paused and then said to Raegan, "Miss Foster, Mr. Dixon had assigned me to look into those targeting you. We think the Maxwell family may be involved. In pursuit of this, Mr. Dixon had traveled to Aurora, tirelessly seeking contacts but to no avail.

Mr. Dixon had been pushing himself hard, sleeping less than twenty hours over several days. This extreme lack of rest was bound to take a toll on his health."

Raegan's heart skipped a beat, realizing she had been too caught up in her charity work to notice Mitchel's condition.

Mitchel's trips, which she thought were for business, were actually his way of protecting her, tirelessly investigating despite his own responsibilities, all without telling her.

Tears filled Raegan's eyes, as she grasped the extent of her oversight concerning his dedication.

Matteo, noticing Raegan's guilt, softened his expression. He knew what information to share and what to keep to himself. With Mitchel's health in jeopardy, alerting Raegan to potential threats might heighten her vigilance, ensuring her own safety. The last thing Mitchel wanted was to see any harm come Raegan's way.

Matteo added, “Miss Foster, I'm sharing this to urge you to be more vigilant for your safety and to show you that Mr. Dixon has been unwavering in his commitment to you. He's been protecting you with great effort, choosing not to burden you with these issues, but his care for you is deep and sincere."

Raegan bit her lip, her throat tightening with emotion. She feared that even uttering the slightest sound would unleash a torrent of tears. Mitchel had quietly done so much for her, always ensuring her safety, without ever seeking recognition. What a fool he was.

Matteo went off to get in touch with Luis, troubled by the decline in Mitchel's condition, which used to be robust. The pressing issue was whether the decline was due to the effect of the syringe.

Matteo wanted Luis to bring the oversea doctor to Ardlens and diagnose Mitchel's condition.

Raegan remained by Mitchel's bedside, not leaving him for a moment.

In the evening, she tenderly cleaned his face with a warm cloth, her fingers carefully outlining his features.