Raegan's hands shook as she opened the folder, revealing a will. Just seeing the word “will” made her fingers tremble. The paper felt thin in her hands, almost too delicate to hold.

It read, "Mitchel Dixon, Male, born December 26, 1990... Except for what I've left for Luciana, I'm giving everything else to my Lifelong love, Ms. Raegan Foster..."

Erick, who always got straight to the point, wasn't great at offering comfort. In his own way, he said, “Raegan, Mitchel's death was whispered around the Dixon Group. I've heard Alexis is planning a press conference tomorrow to say Mitchel had an accident. Looks Like he's trying to get Henley into that position."

Erick tightened his grip, adding, “Whatever you want to do with what Mitchel left for you and Janey, including any shares, I'm here to help."

Raegan wasn't in any state to think about these things now.

The Dixon Group was barely holding on, with Matteo trying to stop the spread of the news of Mitchel's death.

But Alexis got his hands on a video that supposedly showed Mitchel dying in an explosion, which was why he dared to hold the press conference.

Raegan couldn't find the words to speak. Her hand didn't stop shaking, and tears fell silently onto the document.

Erick felt a deep sense of sorrow seeing her Like this.

Suddenly, Raegan winced, holding her chest.

Erick quickly knelt beside her, concerned. "Raegan, are you okay?"

“Erick, he's not gone..." Raegan held on to Erick's arm, her sobs breaking through as she cried without holding back.

Erick was lost for words, tears in his eyes as well.

For the past two weeks, Raegan had sworn to Mitchel that she'd be strong, but now she was falling apart. She had hoped that by staying strong, living carefully, and eating healthily, he would come back all of a sudden.

But there was nothing, just like everyone had said. He was gone, completely.

For two weeks, Raegan avoided thinking about Mitchel and didn't let herself imagine what he might have felt in his last moments. She dreaded to think the last kiss he gave her on the forehead, so full of hesitation...

Now, letting her thoughts go to Mitchel, Raegan felt her heart being scooped out, leaving a cold wind to blow through, making the emptiness echo.

Holding the will tightly, Raegan doubled over, crying like there was no tomorrow. “Erick, it's so hard to accept... Erick, I miss him terribly..."

During the official press conference convened by the Dixon Group.

The spokesperson, attired in a black suit and tie, addressed the assembled media and stakeholders with solemnity, "We appreciate your concern for the Dixon Group. Addressing the persistent rumors surrounding our CEO, Mr. Mitchel Dixon's accidental death, we are here to provide a definitive response."