During a standoff between bodyguards, he chuckled. “Mitchel, I was merely chatting with Raegan. Does that make you uneasy?"

Henley deliberately mentioned Raegan. Any past mention of Raegan would typically unsettle Mitchel.

As expected, Mitchel's pale face turned frosty, his grip whitening with tension.

Raegan sensed his tightened grip and squeezed back, trying to soothe him.

Henley seemed to take pleasure in Mitchel's reaction, his smile widening as he continued, "Mitchel, we're family now, destined to cross paths often. Keeping things this tense makes it seem Like there's discord within the Dixon family."

"Family?" Mitchel's tone was cold, filled with contempt. "You're not worthy.

Having stayed away from such squabbles for a while, Mitchel had become more controlled. He wasn't as quick to anger as he once was.

However, Henley saw an opening and, with a grin, added, "Mitchel, if there's lingering anger toward me, I get it. My past with Raegan might've caused you misunderstandings. If only I had known we are half brothers, I would have steered clear of her, but..."

Henley paused, giving Raegan a gentle look, his voice gentle and appealing. "What's done is done. Please, let's not dwell on my past with Raegan. I was immature then."

Henley's words sounded apologetic to Mitchel but seemed more like a veiled admission of prior rumors. He was still trying to provoke Mitchel.

Predictably, Mitchel's face fell, his hand's veins standing out. If not for being bedridden, his fists might have already shattered Henley's polite facade.

Henley's smile grew more pronounced at Mitchel's growing anger.

“Alright, I'll leave you to rest, Mitchel."

Then, turning to Raegan, he said meaningfully, “Raegan, let's catch up properly another time."

Henley didn't miss the chance to provoke further discord as he left.

"Wait," Raegan called after Henley.

In an instant, Mitchel's eyes brewed a dark storm, gripping Raegan's hand tightly. Apart from anger, his expression was touched with a hint of unease.

Henley was more delighted as he noticed it. It seemed Mitchel was still prone to insecurities, ripe for him to stir up further misunderstandings.

“What do you want, Raegan?" Henley leaned over to Raegan, whispering into her ear, "You can fill me in later. I'll be here waiting..

Mitchel's fingers tightened abruptly, but Raegan patted his hand, reassuring him, "I'll be right back."