With the cigarette hanging from his mouth, Luis continued without waiting for a reply, “When you were out cold in bed, I tried calling your name, but you wouldn't stir. Then, I said to you that Raegan had left with another man, and you shot up awake immediately. See, even in a coma, your subconscious stays faithful to her. I think Raegan can handle the truth."

Mitchel put another cigarette in Luis' mouth, his tone frosty. “Can you stop talking now?"

Caught off guard, Luis began to cough nonstop.

"Damn!" Luis blurted out, “Are you trying to kill me with nicotine so I'll join you in death?"

It started as a simple joke, but then Luis abruptly fell silent.

Seeing Mitchel's indifferent face, he clicked his tongue and muttered, “I shouldn't have said so!"

Luis was not good at keeping secrets. He held up two fingers and promised, “I'm catching an early flight tomorrow. You won't see me for a while."

Luis expected Mitchel to respond with some sharp banter, as they often teased each other over the years.

But surprisingly, Mitchel simply said in a clear, frosty tone, “Thank you."

Luis was taken aback. The "thank you" from Mitchel carried significant weight.

If it wasn't for Luis, even if Mitchel had escaped the explosion, he might not have made it. He had been resolute then, unsure if he would make it through the final moments.

Fortunately, Mitchel managed the last thirty seconds well. The car had plunged into the sea, and due to the immense water pressure, one could detach from the seat without setting off the explosives.

Mitchel seized the chance to escape through the damaged sunroof, swimming vigorously toward the open sea.

Yet, when the explosion happened, a huge wave knocked Mitchel out, and later, a fishing boat rescued him, leading him to Luis.

By then, the toxin had already started affecting Mitchel, and his extended exposure to the cold sea had severely weakened him. Luis made a critical decision to rush Mitchel to an overseas laboratory for treatment.

“Don't being polite with me, dude." Luis clutched Mitchel's shoulder tightly and spoke with conviction. "Don't be so harsh to her. You know who I'm referring to."

After Luis departed, the corridor returned to silence.

Mitchel stood under the cool moonlight, his posture straight, radiating a frosty aura.

Matteo suggested, "Mr. Dixon, perhaps you should rest a bit?"

"You go grab some rest first," Mitchel responded in a low, hoarse voice.