Though Abel knew he couldn't openly tell the world that he was the father, he wished for the child's survival.

“Miss, what do you need me to do?" Having spent so much time with Katie, Abel knew her well. Her lineage bore the wildness of the Glyn family, and neither yielding nor compromising were in her character.

"Manage to free Lauren from the hospital," Katie commanded.

Abel's face fell. "Miss, she is heavily guarded on all sides. The Dixon family has also placed watchers everywhere. It's challenging to get her out.”

Katie replied firmly, “If you can't manage it, then we have nothing to discuss."

Abel lowered his head, lost in thought for a moment, before looking up. “Miss, if I don't make it back, please promise me you'll bring this child into the world."

“Okay, I promise," Katie quickly responded.

Abel gazed intently at Katie. "I've set up an account in Aurora. I'd like you to pass my possessions to the child. If you decide against raising the child yourself, please give it to my master. Do we have an agreement?"

"Sure."

“Thank you, miss. Take care of yourself." Abel's eyes were filled with profound affection as he locked his gaze with Katie's. He was prepared to face death on this mission.

Unbeknownst to him, Katie secretly wished for his quick end. Yet, she planned to take advantage of him before his demise.

Just then, Katie's phone rang. She looked down and saw Luciana's name on the display. "Luciana..."

"Katie, where have you been? I woke up and you weren't there."

“Luciana, it's Mitchel. He..." Katie's voice broke.

“Just come back and we can talk. I'll have the butler come to get you," Luciana instructed.

"Okay." Katie stood up without looking at Abel and said coldly, “Complete the mission before nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Upon leaving Katie and Abel behind, Mitchel embraced a flood of relief. Despite Raegan's faith in him, discomfort gnawed at him over the strategies Katie had employed. Yet, with the truth he had just laid bare, he could finally face Raegan and Janey with an easy mind.

"Mr. Dixon, where to next?" Matteo inquired, settled behind the wheel.

A quick glance at the verdant canopy and pristine avenues brought a lightness to Mitchel's mood. With a faint smile, he suggested, "Crescent."

The time had come to reconnect with the one Mitchel longed for.